A day filled with misconceptions
A hour I dare not remember
So much I do not know
and so much I care not to know
foolishness is beginning to become me
will I ever feel competence?
I love that tale that sounds the best
I like the optomistic
I'm friend to the early bird
and my affection is with the robin red breast
I do not listen to the pessimist
nor the man who frowns
who tells me things that make me sad
and spoils all that is glad.