It’s not what you see, but how you see it.
by April

 Joy is not about what you do, but how you perceive things,

One day that ordinary drawing you did today 

Is going to be a treasure tomorrow, 

Something that a younger you, made in the past.

Few things bring me joy in this time,

while in isolation, we must hide,

My room is my fantasy world,

I have everything I need,

A quiet place to flourish my ideas, 

To imagine what a perfect world could be,

If only we learned how to respect nature. 

To have the joy, I must perceive the way I see things differently,

Pause the time and breath, 

What do you have next to you?

A computer? I write poems of what my fears are and I write all the negatives 

that came out of my mind,

 keeping the positives in, leading to my moment of delight

What do you have next to you?

There’s a bike where I travel not far away from my home

But I like to it on my own,

And while biking I pause the time again, 

And I feel the joy to live in this period of life,

We sometimes think we are in the wrong time to live, but the right time is now, 

I love the structures I see while biking, 

buildings, engineering, how people dress,

thinking that, in a future, they might not be there, 

But we are here now, taking advantage of the privilege to be here,

Who knows, maybe tomorrow those buildings are going to be ruins full of history and people trying to figure out what has happened here.

The music of today with crazy lyrics

a little pervert  my grandmother would say,

I feel happy because the freedom of speech is granted to anyone

brave enough to sing them in front of millions. 

And I dance with it.

(April Mendoza)