You say the world is in a mess?
I chalk it up to joylessness
All we do is fret and worry
We’re in a funk or in a hurry
We have our needs but no ones giving
We cling to life but not to living
We count on some to stem the rout
Only to find they’ve opted out
The leading lights of their professions
Seem crippled by profound depressions
I’ve been to many varied places
But never seen such brooding faces
But there’s a way that I have found
To turn uneasiness around
I disregard those crying “nay”
My psyche isn’t built that way
If someone seems to bring on gloom
I send them to another room
So don’t retreat into you hovel
Host a show or write a novel
Give yourself a fighting chance
Ask someone you love to dance
And if nobody wants to play
You go on dancing anyway
Then, when you’ve whipped the highland fling
Find a song you like and sing
I don’t sing well. I say that proudly
That’s why I’m fond of singing loudly
Embrace the dreams that you pursue
The way to joy begins with you
And when you have that joyful feeling
Our country can, at last, start healing
