Quodlibet: I Can Think Of A Million Reasons

I can think of a million reasons to be sad,

And I honour them all:

The suffering of innocents

The agony of the guilty

The death throes of this poisoned world.

(Yes! You HAVE to face it!)

There doesn't seem a lot of point to it all, to be frank.

No. None.

I could stop. Right there, except ...

Something rises up in me

Something light, and infectious

Like laughter, only, without sound.

Like joy, but somehow deeper,

If you know what I mean.

I shall, therefore, gallop through this day

With a smile.

A pointless, foolish,

Smile.

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