If life were truly sweet and true,
We wouldn’t need to be told what to do.
No need for pressure, no need for force,
If joy was real, we’d find our course.
They say, “Stay in school, it’s for your own good,”
But does it fill you up, like you thought it would?
They tell you to work, to climb that high hill,
But if it felt right, you'd climb at will.
They push for marriage, a perfect fate,
But if love were easy, you wouldn't need a date.
If happiness lived where they claim it’s found,
You’d chase it freely, not be bound.
What they say they want is joy, you see,
But if it were true, they’d set you free.
For if you found bliss on your own,
They’d leave you to roam, and not make you groan.
They tell you what’s good, what’s best for your soul,
But the truth is simple — you are the goal.
What feels good is living your own desire,
Not dancing to a song that’s someone else’s choir.
So when they claim they want you to enjoy,
It’s just a mask, a slight decoy.
Because if they really wished you joy,
They’d let you live — no rules to deploy.