A dear companion once said
That comfort comes first in the head
And I agreed
To the highest degree until I am dead
Without peace and serenity
One would feel empty
Unless full of nothingness
But the best feeling is happiness
In a world of your own
Where everything is fully grown
In immaturity
Assurance is granted
For the satisfaction of everything you've ever wanted
Notice this
Nothing will be missed when innocence is bliss
For in the world of consolation
There is no condemnation for taking risks
Or having a peace of mind
And yet comfort still has the biggest piece of mine
But bear in mind, without comfort and consolation
Constant contemplation is an occupation of the mind.
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