Why Am I Always Playful?
A poem
Not a mask, nor a shield, but a melody that fuels my soul.
From the depths of my soul, a question swirls,
Why am I forever immersed in the realm of playfulness,
A tireless spirit dancing amid life’s twirls?
Is it a youthful exuberance, a flicker still ablaze,
Or a defiant echo against time’s fading rays?
A gentle reminder that life holds boundless jest,
A subtle spark igniting moments at their best?
Perhaps a dash of whimsy, a hint of youthful charm,
Makes me chase laughter’s notes like a disarming swarm?
To find joy in the mundane, the ordinary and gray,
To transform life’s tapestry with a splash of light and play?
Could it be a shield, a veil I tightly wear,
To mask the fragility that I hold so dear?
By cloaking myself in laughter’s gentle guise,
I hide the truths that threaten to compromise?
Or is it simply a part of me, an intrinsic trait,
A thread woven into my very being, unshakeable and straight?
Playfulness, my constant companion, my…
