A painless world joy filled skies Not a known worry seen threw average eyes

A utopia truly impossible to the mind

Not a sorrow threw out the light wind or dreams

Yet internally A silent scream

Within a world without struggle without pain without a need to fight to see the day

I ask of thee what may be the point to continue feeling this emptiness of the setting sun and shortness of the fad

The seclusion without need to speak to another living and breathing thing

Without struggle we lack a goal

Despite how we focus on such things as a ball or job

We have no longer a purpose beyond this setting sun

We need to struggle

Without need to cry

I find myself only a stitch in the seam

While those in drowning of struggle my wish for this world

One of light

One of nor sorrow

And one of unknown pain

They would only find themself bored through the practicality of routine

Without the need to struggle people are to find replacements to fill the void

Yet in the end its a rewardless struggle as utopia is only bond to dystopia