Mood, a feeling that we all know
A state of mind, that comes and goes
It can be light, it can be dark
It sets the tone, for how we embark
On every day, with a smile or a frown
It lifts us up, or brings us down
It colors our thoughts, and shapes our view
And determines, the things we do
Mood, a power, that we possess
A tool that we can use to bless
Our lives with joy, or fill with strife
It’s up to us, to choose the life
So let us choose, to spread our light
To lift our mood, and take flight
With laughter and love, and a heart so true
And share with others, what we’ve been through
For mood, it’s not just a passing thought
It’s a force, that we can use for good
So let us smile, and make the most
Of this gift, that is ours to boast.
About the Creator
First Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
By Steven Christopher McKnight4 days ago in Fiction
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