Friday, April 7, 2017

Persistently plesant

Sure, nice people are fake
A momentary annoyance hidden
A fleeting judgement repressed
We make an effort to brighten the world
That doesn't happen naturally

The world is a random place
Its easy to find harsh reality
Nice people defy that expectation
We know a smile is infectious
One good apple brightens the bunch

So, yeah, I am persistently pleasant
Like a sunny spot on cool grass
I don't have to try hard
Because my nice is a habit
Something I've cultivated in myself

So I put a smile on
And I encourage the room
Because I like to live in a nice world
And if nice is bad because fake is bad
Then call me bad, but nicely please.