I Guess You Could Call This One Happy.

Fountain-side stories
of a boy, devoid of glory,
And a girl
Who's yet to be found.
Confidence no more, he
Laments his story,
When suddenly,
His head spins around.

She glows
And billows.
She's everywhere,
All around.
She erupts into light.
He knows he knows he'll have to fight,
But mark it,
He'll get to her somehow.

Coffee shakers,
Cerebral fakers.
She stands alone,
Illuminated.
He'd love to make her,
but he can't shake her.
To be with her,
He's got to know he's made it.