The Optimized Cookie

Young and naive, I was when opportunities knocked
no more provincial life, my own roots I wanted blocked
to meet the glitz and glam the city life would bring
skipping to the bright lit streets I'd sing
the stores in my fantasies, I finally could see
shops for books and dresses - things that bring me glee
a nine to five job that would showcase my knowledge
I was eager to push for, I had lots of courage
stepping into the office, busy people everywhere
I was curious to ask for words of wisdom they'd have to share
so I asked them in separate times what they could tell me
and all the same they filled me in "Do it if it makes you happy"

I went home that day to a new place and a new bed
the continuous pursuit of happiness stuck in my head
"is my decision to chase an ambitious dream the right one?"
a ruthless place this city seems, you can't walk, you have to run

is this all worth it, I'd say to myself day by day
I'm young, I'm passionate - they'd always say
so isn't it fitting for me to make some mistakes?