The Happy Fool

'Why aren't you upset,
why aren't you distraught?
You bury your head
in the sand', they say.

 They look at me,
they see a fool
who whistles and dances
and loves to play.

 

I dance in the sunlight
and spin in the rain.
But I see the anger,
and feel the pain.

 

If I choose to 
not be found
on the bitter, fear-filled
merry-go-round, 

 

the cycles of hurt,
the weight of shame,
the endless guilt
for who's to blame, 

 

but instead, seek beauty,
magic and love,
to find the light,
and look above, 

 

to know the sun's shining
above the cloud
and that kind words
don't need to be loud, 

 

then I may be
a fool to you.
But I will tell you,
this is true: 

 

I'll love this life,
and all it's splendour,
a happy fool
with child-like wonder.