Everyone is in a mood Happier when unhappy At home in wistful, lamenting desire Everyone is emotional Though we truly are emotion Everyone has a reason To feel what they feel And some of us Feel what we feel Feel what they feel Feel what we would feel Feel what they should feel Feel what we want them to feel It is those of us who can feel to the extreme Who can fill up a universe with tears, bleeding hearts, and love Yes, it is the few who can find the beauty in pain The joy in sadness The comfort in the last wistful breeze of the season The rare few who are gifted with depth of emotion It is those who we call poets