Change Back? How?
Happiness: A fantasy. Am I right?
Happiness: a memory of childhood
Knowledge, it is only a trendy blight.
Knowledge is but a sword to attitude.

No man can know everything nor near it.
The worth of knowledge is so enormous,
But since man can’t know, it’s a benefit.
Happiness: the comrade of ignorance.

Bliss and youth produce that joy of children,
But growth and words cause envy of the small.
In plain sight is the prize, only hidden,
Jovial, every man can be; recall.

Superfluous joy overflows from they,
One only needs to reach, and catch the stray.