“Why are you such an optimist?”
Someone once asked of me.
They thought my life was easy,
Cause my troubles they don’t see.
Just cause someone’s happy,
Looks for the joy in life.
Doesn’t mean that they have never,
Experienced hurt or strife.
I’ve endured my share of pain.
Just like everyone else.
But if I live life in the past,
I leave life on the shelf.
Sadness… It is like a weed,
In a garden of Morning Glories.
If you let it get too big,
It will change your entire story.
You may think I’m innocent,
Niave or just unwise.
But just cause this girl chooses joy,
Doesn’t mean she never cries.
It means my life is in MY hands,
No matter what’s to come.
I’d like to say I’ve lived my life,
Searching for the sun.
Why am i an optimist in a world that’s full of pain? I am an optimist simply because i KNOW the world is full of pain so i choose to find the joy instead.