Dumb

Maybe I'm dumb, maybe naive, or maybe just happy.
Maybe I just refuse to see and accept the reality,
the negativity of our everyday lives,
positivity of random occurrences.
Maybe it gets to me, maybe it crawls beneath my skin.
I see the things the way they are,
or appear to be.
I take it all in and I breathe,
let it all go when I see fit.
Forgive, forget, or never accept...
I just don't think that all questions are meant to be answered,
not all mysteries meant for all eyes and ears.
Perhaps there's a pattern
and maybe it's just what we need
to breathe with ease
to live as we please.