' 'happiness'
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I have somewhere to be
Hurrying and scurrying
Maneuvering mindless movements
One swift exit, four cocky strides
Push the earth beneath my feet
And drop me off the landing
Now here I am stuck standing
My recipe for happiness,
Ignore the woes of the world,
Stay away from bad persons,
Have only a few people you can trust,
Do whatever you want to,
But don't do anything,
You would blame on others,
