Ingnorance is bliss,
but siclience is Euphoric.
one-day my story shall be historic.
I shall forever search for our utopia,
for all I need is Euphoria.
O' please let me have my own area.
and let the stress of our days sink.
I am not depress.
I am oppress.
at night you will here my cries of distress.
I do not need liberation.
it is not that am afaid of confrontation.
I have come to the realization.
Ingnorance is bliss, but siclience is Euphoric.