Isollae

Rational minds admit not isollae,

I feel it when I look 'round at the world,

But I quickly turn my focus this day,

I wish not the melancholy unfurled.

I try to fight against the mirthlessness,

I have been the ignoramus 'til now,

I want to be merriment, aliveness,

I will fight all who try to disallow.

Everyday should be intoxicating,

There's a spectrum of beauty all around,

How I'll spend my days appreciating,

With a glee in my heart that is profound.

Mother Earth is the mage of my own heart,

She has opened it, like the mind to art.