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My Optimism


There's something inside me that's always been there

It's not a muscle nor a bone, in fact it cannot be seen

The thing inside me is an idea and it's one I hold close

I appreciate it when I'm happy and look to it when I'm ever so sad

Thinking to childhood I beamed with it everyday

This time around, I still have it, but I don't think when I use it

I just do.

 

The thing inside me eludes nearly everyone I know

You have to be born with it to have it through life

You have to want it to keep it through life.

Time and hardship want to wear it down,      make it weak

Trials and evil will dim its light,       make it disappear

Yet as long as you stay as strong as I have, you can protect it and keep it forver

 

When I am falling into an abyss I can use it to float back up

If the darkness is closing in, its shine will blow the dark fog away with bright rays

It's in every smile I have in a day.

It's mending every wound I've taken from a tongue lashing

Why people ever say I have to much of it, I don't think I'll ever understand

 

This thing inside me is my ultimate inspiration

It is my drive to improve and aspire

I would die without it, but it will never go away

I won't let it wither and it won't let me fail

 

Everything I do spouts from its existance

It is everything I am

Optimism

 

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