What's joy?
Something earned playing with toys?
Gathering a solid grade
For academics is your trade
All of these gaps
Happiness is a time-lapse
Everyone digs for its remaining wraps
Can't think of a time where it didn't collapse...
But that's alright.
It is no blight
Merely a runaway
For in due time, we'll meet halfway
It never remains, so why should we feel betrayed?