I am Optimism; a rich man’s game,
An idealistic luxury- this is my fame.
A green eyed delight,
Does the pessimist envy?
The lack of bother,
The lack of frenzy –
Well
I am Pessimism; a poor man’s plight
I am realism, and
yes, I bite-
I bite the wonders of
your mind
And leave the nasty bits
behind
So in response to your
claim of envy,
Indeed: your comfort does
offend me
Well as this tide
will drown your face,
You need my counsel,
I’ll act with haste
Learn to decipher:
the future- not the past!
These thoughts will ease,
These thoughts will last...
I must interrupt, for you fail to see-
The future is the present me
You can hide, but I shall seek
To make sense of what I know as bleak
You can live behind your mask,
Your pretty future and
Your pretty past.
Mr pessimist- we will agree
That our fate will be to disagree-
Yes, we’ll walk our separate ways
And I will fight another day
Fight as you please, I have tried to share,
It seems being optimistic...
Is quite rare.
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