what is the year without sarcasm and sickness

Sensitives (theme), Xavier Zimbardo

we're all special it seems
each one of us
and it'll work out for everyone
because it has to,
we'll all be happy
because we deserve it.
we'll all meet the right one
or ones
and all of them will love
us back
(and not each other)

we'll all make it through the night
the lonely one
the crazy one
the desperate night.
we'll all write good papers
and novels
that are inside us.
we'll all be happy not
just eventually
but right now,
while we're still sort of young.

we'll all apparently
always use the right amount of
sunscreen,
after having made a blockbuster movie.
we'll all avoid the bullets
and bombs
inevitable to our times

we'll all not fall that sick,
none of us will slip through
the cracks
and never be heard of again.
none of us will hold on too
desperately
or get too crazy,
just the right cool amount

none of us
will get so drunk as
to die, choking on a chicken bone.
we'll all somehow manage
to achieve each moment
every time, of our lives
without regret or sorrow.

none of us will ever get left out
straggling in the rain
wet cigarette hanging from swollen lips
we'll all make
it
because we're all that special

?
right?