People always think you’re insane,

if they’re living in their safe little bubbles, so mundane.

They can’t just be happy to see you laughing, they have to rain on your parade.

Twisting that silver lining into the headlights on a plane.

But its always the truth they manage to evade.

Some of us can still find joy in this race.

We can still hear the music no one else hears.

If you’re feeling happy, let them try to keep up the pace.

You don’t owe the haters anything,

don’t let them prey on your fears.

If the smell of roses makes you smile, don’t let anyone take that away. If you love the sound of thunder, that’s okay.

We should love one another every day,

embrace the differences in each other every way.

Find joy in the little things, come what may.