• Rational minds admit not isollae,
    I feel it when I look 'round at the world,
    But I quickly turn my focus this day,
    I wish not the melancholy unfurled.

    I try to fight against the mirthlessness,
    I have been the ignoramous 'til now,
    I want to be merriment, aliveness,
    I will fight all who try to disallow.

    Everyday should be intoxicating,
    There's a spectrum of beauty all around,
    How I'll spend my days appreciating,
    With a glee in my heart that is profound.

    Mother Earth is the mage of my own heart.
    She has opened it, like the mind to art.