No Pressure

Of course there is no pressure.
There is no responsibility either.

You thought you were happy today.
Because you don't worry about the future.
Or make a void promise you never keep.

But things come together in this world.
That is why choice is hard.
That is why choice differentiates.

You thought you made it fair.
But no, you only want the good ones.
And then one day you will leave me.

leaving me to say to myself:
Oh isn't this just life?

Hey hey, time to wake up~~~