Problems have teeth
And everyone has problems
Environment is evil
Joy lives inside you and you must fight to keep it there
Problems puncture the skin,
and my happiness leaks out
In rushes a torrent of hopelessness,
and undisturbed like a glass lake
I reach out,
Can anyone photosynthesize some joviality?
Can you help me channel my angst?
Can we absorb some light by osmosis?