Genuine Happiness

Can we go back those days, When we played merry-go-around, Instead, of burying one after the another on life's playground ? So, isn't it possible to learn to live in a world apart from the screaming sound ? Can we go back to those days, When we went to the park to spread out our arms, Instead, of believing revenge is nothing less than courageous charms, So, that we won't roam as haunting rabids in abandoned farms, Can we go back to those days, When we feared wasting food, Instead, of being roaches that love the wheat of loot, So, talking about the fate of apathy, can't we uproot ? Now can't you see the persisting question ? That even challenges this plaguing infection, That leads to this gloominess, So the question is, when did we lose our genuine happiness ?