A Fool's Guide to Happiness

Optimism is a fool’s guide to happiness.

Or so they say.

But lately I’ve been filling my days with nothing but the sound

Of Your smile.

A smile that likes to stick around for a while and tell me

You are here.

With me.

Travelling through these waves on a ship built of nothing but the sound

Of Our voices.

Voices so strong they continue to ring in the silence everyone else pretends to hear.

A silence so somber and grasping some days I find myself gasping

Barely breathing beneath this pushing and pulling

My mother always told me I was bad at swimming.

Five years old pedalingclamberingsinking under all those

Fake floatation devices

Buoyant like I was supposed to be,

Bobbing so carelessly

I could only see from below.

Pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling

I sink.

I am surrounded by this entirety

This grasping

Am I still gasping

Let me sink.

Optimism is a fool’s guide to happiness.

I know.

A faulty compass directing the wrong direction but at least I have something to guide me.

Optimism.

Blindness only counts as blindness to those who have previously seen

So let’s be optimistic.

Let’s be foolish

Let’s dance about on those waves  

Rocking to the beat of the song no one else can hear.

Freestylin’ through this mess.