a bit of happiness in sadness

there is a little bit of happiness
in my river pond of sadness

it is some kind of reckless
feeling of newborn joy…

it's like the red of the eggs
it's like the green glass of the becks
always shining of golden stupor
raindrops of melancholic pride
(gold beer that falls on the chin)

there is a bit of happiness in sadness
it is like going to fish without a bottle of wine
'cause if you have gotten drunk yet then you would only get rotten shoes

it's like the fizziness of champagne
…….
sadness is joyful