Move on

We try to make the most of our little lives,
Happiness & sorrow are no longer parallel lines.

We seek for simple pleasures,
And hope one day we find some treasure.

What we become one day,
Is what we did in our yesterdays.

We overcome our suppression,
And end up taking pills to avoid acute depression.

Life keeps playing games,
And our assumptions don't see much of a change.

"Move On" is what we tell ourselves,
Just to give a feeling of overcoming our fake sorrows.