Smiling with friends is what gets you smiled on;
The will determines, so let it be good.
Goodwill is the path the masters styled on.

How many humdrum days have been withstood, 
Bleeding together in monotony;
A good humor repaints them as it should.

Even here in the labor colony,
Life can be life if one allows it to.
Integrate goodwill with economy.

Look at your fellow as part of the crew
Weathering life on our vessel of soul,
Each in search of a piece of what is true.

Friendliness and compassion as the goal
Recreates from our common solitude
A feeling that the universe is whole.

There's much that can be gained and much eschewed,
Doors open and progress may resonate
When approached with positive attitude.

Even when enduring frustrating waits
Or rushing through the chaos of a blur,
There are opportunities to create;

Character that can be built, as it were,
Exercising fellowship and patience, 
Growing into the person I'd prefer. 

Why not work for positive relations?
There were years when that was impossible.
Happiness allowed the new nascence.

So how did happiness deposit, full
Of life-giving change for my stagnant gloom?
To not say would be irresponsible.

And yet I can't answer; was it the flume
Of love or maybe good drugs, I don't know.
Does anyone understand their own doom?

Peace is sudden and surprising in scope;
Once you have it try not to let it go.