Isn’t it lovely, 

To be happy all the time

To do whatever you please

To feel no pain

To live in a nice place

But don’t you wish to be free

To know the truth

To flee from the scene and be more of your own 

Not so completely a part of something else

And not just a cell in the social body.

Wise enough to believe what you want to believe

And express your own ideas

What is the meaning of life, if your unable to be free