Everyone desires happiness. It is in the pinnacle of thoughts of every person. People strive for insane hours so they can acquire what they assume will bring joy to their souls. Always award respect to the wants of others and harmony will prevail in the neighborhood.

All roads aren’t leading to Statehouse

All forks aren’t landing on caviar

All hands aren’t resting on car wheels

Yet everyone is happy in this neighborhood

 

A reason exists beyond human understanding

Why one likes this and does not hate the other

Futile are the attempts to change the musings of a soul

For they end with emptiness

 

Some like the smell of ground after rains

Some like dates along the riverbanks

Some like rides to the mountains

Some like the taste of tapioca

 

Some like the smell of fuel

Some like dates in five starred resorts

Some like rides to game parks

Some like the taste of pizza

 

You like swimming in the county pool, I the river

You like living in the mansion, I in the hut

You like living in the urbanized estates, I in the woods

You like random messages of sweetness, I like presences

 

This one returns a wink to the one that owns a car

That one returns to the one who rides a horse

This one repays affection with diamonds

That one repays affection with feather, ink and paper

 

As the day wraps up its belongings,

Each soul is with optimal gladness

Because left or right, a thread passes through a needle

And you sew the cloth.

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