Like a disguised benison,
Many naive, for they enjoy,
Because of it, a walk in the rain,
If only, it wouldnt exist,
The gusto, for living would die,
How could one then rejoice?
A bare foot walk, on the morning grass,
Ask the one, who dont feel it,
Paralyzed not only are they,
But the world around them,
Of parental love, when away,
Or the sweet love stories around us,
The nostalgia, and the soft smile,
All for that benison in disguise,
If only it wasnt for it,
Failure would have no feeling,
Success then would have no meaning,
We revile it, for it's nature,
For the impulse is so strong,
That chemical inside the brain,
A feeling Called Pain.
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