Uncontrollable

What if you feel like dancing? I mean when you’re in class or standing in a pandemically distanced line - you know INAPPROPRIATE times? And what if you feel like singing but you’ve been told your singing is like the screeching of an angry cat? What if you’re being stared at because you’re pencil tapping or head bobbing to a happy tune that’s only playing between your ears? What if you’re smiling to yourself despite having to read 300 pages every night for homework? Happiness can strike, like a thunderclap or in my case - the morning alarm. I mean, have you ever found yourself quivering with uncontrollable happiness?