The Merry You Missed

I'm the merry you missed 

The passion you composed in a discarded note 

I'm the mismanaged heart of an extremist 

The dance you should have enjoyed 

But you rather compete with other dancers 

I'm the smell of the first rain after the harmattan 

But you focused on the mud 

The feel of rain drops 

But you focused on the cold 

I'm the song of early birds 

You focused on the noise 

I'm the excitement of a slipping kid 

But you focused on the fall 

The joy of childbirth 

When you are focused on the pain 

As the snow cant stop the Christmas feel 

The feel can't stop the snowy cold 

The eyes do focus on what it sees 

Yet the heart can structure what it feels 

When life is faced with certain fates

Your choice of thought will set you straight

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