Maybe happiness is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom?

As God is in the details.

Pleasure itself is only imagination.

Have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?

It is the fault of destiny.

Was it screen or just a scene?

I go dreaming into the future,

where I see nothing,

nothing.

I have no plans,

no idea,

no project,

and what is worse,

no ambition.

Something the eternal what's the use?'

Sets its black barrier.