pick us up

it's interesting, you see
the way we use our neighbors' happiness
to bring ourselves down

as if they in their blissful state
could not possibly see us
down here
being stepped on and left for dead

but why not use it? use the positive energy they leave for us
radiating around us, just waiting to be wrapped around us, draped
maybe i am crazy
well i am

but to think that others' joy should show us what we're missing is altogether self-destructive.
if all were in misery, who would pick us up on the day of despair?
who would smile when it seemed impossible a task?
i guess we owe it to those shining happy people everywhere.

i suppose i'm grateful for them.
sometimes, though. i wish i could stay one for more than a few hours at a time.
i can get there. and so can you. it just takes that element of earthshattering value that we are lacking at the moment.

afterall, what and why right now if not me? and me is not the answer.