Twirling In My Happy Zone
Twirling in my happy zone I give a little smile, now chilling.
Bird comes by tweeting. I feel a little lift, releasing the bad.
Was it a wren or robin? Sparrow perhaps. It is trilling.
Whirling of the day shows me so much joy to be had.
The window shows a gloomy day, but I ignore this completely.
Living in my own world, I can recreate enthusiasm and happy joy.
My imagination creates a world of fantasy, beautifully and neatly.
Here comes a grumpy person, I step over them as if they are a toy.
I dance my troubles into a storm sewer and continue down the street.
The key to excitement is to focus on the best outcomes as they say.
I hear someone say “She is always smiling. She is really rather neat.
It is up to me to fool my brain into having a happy time every day.
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