Enter positive
Omit negative
In all of what you do
Enter positive
And strip back reality
See good people for who they are
Life is no tragedy
Treasure them with open arms
Into white
Enter night
Are we ever to see the light?
I spied from my circular window, oh so many years ago,
A walk down a forest track, cradled with overhanging trees
The sifting of flour in your hands, Time which sticks like memories in the sand
It wrapped my knuckles to its floor and remained the same,
Through parks and hallways, in tyranny’s own name.
A circle is drawn, stretched and wide
I was told heaven can’t float beneath a tide
An agent of happiness is what I make you
Holding your head as high as the clouds will take you
Formulate the equation of life, it’s happiness minus strife,
It’s love plus equality, it’s pain minus pain
For what it’s worth, let us take this strain
Count our blessings, beat our hearts
Because we’re not done until happiness starts
By Sam Fawcett
Holding your head as high as the clouds will take you’
Parisian Poetry 