Do you dare to be happy?
Do you dare to climb into bed
and get up close and sweaty
with What If? and I Don’ Know?
Do you dare to kiss Paradox on the lips?
Do you dare to see the doughnut, not the hole;
to see the pitch, not just the goal;
to eat the cornflakes from life’s bowl?
Do you dare to be happy?
Do you dare to deem the voice in your head
to be just another note
in our noisy death metal cacophony?
Do you dare to be happy,
to tuck yourself in tight with the tigers
of your days?
Do you dare to enumerate the ways
you could be tripped up
but keep skipping anyway?
Do you dare to be happy,
to jump into the dark with Joy
having married her?
Do you dare to be happy?
For what, after all,
could be scarier?
