your happiness function belongs to only you

At this stage, freedom is a search problem:
Find the life path with the fewest steps from
here to your desire, your heart's ransom.
Or, given these friends, this job, this wisdom
max the utility of the system.
(If you could, would it lead to rock stardom
or contentment in a loving foursome?)
Search space explosion is but a symptom
that we started from a bad axiom.
Our lives follow not mind, but momentum.

i think that i will never live to see
a poem as lovely as being twentythree