I wonder what's the use,
the use of joy,

when sadness prevails always.

Surrounded by a cheering crowd happiness puts on his skates,
confidently sliding onto a frozen ivory mirror.

"I've got this, I'm just gonna get to the other side, no biggie," rings through his euphoric brain.

All too soon an inky black slosh appears.

With time to avoid long gone by,
one of the blades gets stuck...
so does the other...

slowly the crack expands...
not much of happiness is visible now...

Until finally...

an abhorrent debacle,
When all happiness was going for was spectacle.

The crowd boos.