What is the feeling found in happy…
Does it cover up a hole?
Turn black clouds back to white again…
Does it heal an ailing soul?
Will it cause a heart to mimic joy…?
Dance and sing amidst life’s woes,
Help it ignore the painful thorns…
Let you smell the fragrance of the rose?
Malaise hovers blindly without cause…
Stealing boldly this life’s zeal,
And only those who’ve had it visit…
Can explain this lonely feel.
Choose to be happy, the critics say…
Do they think I choose malaise?
That covers’ my life with blacks and grays…
Would I want to choose the haze?
I feel blackened walls slowly enclose…
But then the sun shines brightly,
And one unseen lifts malaise from me…
And brings a gift of happy.
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