I hear some far-off song
or perhaps a little ditty,
And I may hum along
as I stroll throughout the city.

A dove begins to croon
the song I heard the world singing
it is a mournful tune
while that bird ‘round me is winging

But I skip through the crowds,
ignoring all the staring folk,
(I know my smile clouds
their somber lifestyle’s yoke.)

How can I bring myself
to sorrow for their discomfort?
Should joy be on a shelf,
Till no one objects or retorts?

Happiness is to me
better than sadly belonging;
silently conforming.
Why frown when one can sing?

So I’ll dance throughout life,
pirouetting ‘round obstacles.
I’ll avoid needless strife,
and trouble’s grasping tentacles.