I want to write of happy things,
Joyous ocassions,
Of which there sure are aplenty
Yet, for some some reason,
Perhaps a long standing conditioning,
I keep getting dragged back,
Back into the mud,
Into the quicksand,
A murky swamp\

Why oh why?
Why is there so much joy,
In the misery and sorrow?
In the chewing bubble gum,
To solve a maths equation.\

Why oh why,
Do I,
Am I,
Do I,
With little to carry around,
Worry that I indeed have little,
I have only this trouble,
This trouble or that\

I am lacking,
Not in joy,
Yes in joy,
For I am lacking,
In troubles\