Fun

I do not think of life as fun,
I’m sure I’m not the only one,
There’s fleeting joy but nothing more,
To even the unbalanced score.

Where others play and laugh and love,
I’m hit with torment from above,
Sometimes it feels like life’s a pun,
I’m glad I have the sense to run.

But running doesn’t always work,
When cornered by some shallow jerk,
I do my best to struggle free,
Through rhyming verse and poetry.

And though they may be hard to hold,
There’s moments laughter turn to gold,
And bring about a sense of peace,
From crazy that does rarely cease.

To have the freedom to be me,
Would bring me great tranquility,
To be a happy child at play,
Would surely soothe my heart’s dismay.

I guess I have my fill of fun,
Though different from most everyone,
Distraction from this wretched life,
Will keep the madness free from strife.

© The Complicated Bunny – 11 Jun 2022

This poem is the fifth in a series of poems based around Dr. William Glasser’s Choice Theory Basic Needs which is something my psychologist and I are currently exploring.