Pessimistic Positivity

Moodyville's muse kicks tin cans

triumphant failures mock knowledge

and my positivity rides waves

moments influence, inflections laugh

I've gone deft to deliver

intentions to lift

strange, pessimism, smells putrid

cold comfort found in misery

the ministry dictates

fearing pain less, embracing more

presence will always be

and I mock myself

at my best, because I know all 

inner workings paved waves

I will be high

I will be low

my only goal

climb higher every peak

and fall harder

till I bleed

neglecting fear of impending injury

disdain for comfort

the most treacherous journey

is to the middle