DESIPIENCE

There is something about living in a state of desipience*
That makes me want to run and jump and giggle since
I am filled with mirth, merriment, happiness and glee
Floating on air with spirits running fast and loose and free.
My cheeks hurt because of the smirk plastered to my face
With tears in my eyes yet nary the gloom not even a trace.

*(Noun – silliness)