marketa is the steady one

i am the flighty one

lin   my gosh   i can't believe i'm writing this

is the happy one   the one that found a job she likes

that makes her happy

and happy seemed not to be in the cards for her

after all   it wasn't that long ago

she was consumed by existential despair   questioning

her very existence   the why of it

cursing whatever it was   or whomever it was

that wrote her into the script

what evs   something changed   now

she sparkles   twirls   dances on the light fantastic toe

eats ice cream   wants a puppy   giggles   

makes the world a better place   and you know what   (what) 

maybe the why doesn't matter   maybe it's a case of 

count your lucky stars and go on

~~~

John Milton, 1645, L'Allegro ("...trip it as ye go / On the light fantastic toe")