They hurry through the streets
Keeping their smiles hidden within
To not disturb public policy.

They hurry through the streets
Their mouths seriously closed -
But you can see the glitter of joy in their eyes.

They hurry through the streets
Trying to avoid contact with mental vampires
Trying to suck out out all the happiness out of them.

They hurry through the streets
To their secret places
Where they can finally be themselves.


Their laughters aren't gleeful but bright -
Their eyes shining like little suns -
Unable to keep all the happiness within.

Their bodies are covered with laugh wrinkles -
Making them look old and disgusting
For the botox mainstream.

Their voices - seem to be the one of birds -
Singing all the time along -
About the beauty of life itself.

Their hands are the ones of healers
Making you feel like crying when being touched by them -
Because it's too beautiful to be described with words.


You wanna meet them?

These people are hard find...


But the best adviser in this matter

Might be your heart.