Always an Idyll

I don't know which thing is responsible
This thing is at most 16, it's not older than that.
It fantasises and goes through puberty
and doesn't care about things.
Outside, there are wars, cold zones
This thing wants to live in an idyll at all costs
This thing should be punished, but properly
It makes itself important with its idyll
I implore it, it can't go on like this
Suddenly these rays, everything is bright
Thing is ingenious, my friend and master
Clouds dance, friendly spirits
I beam at everyone sunny
And everyone suns back
But, but, the world is so macabre
Then this cruel drivel