I’m laughing at wishes made and wishes being made.
I’m laughing at an imagination gone wild.
I’m laughing at misery, who loves company.
I’m laughing at things I could’ve, should’ve, would’ve done.
I’m laughing at the monsters in my closet.
I’m laughing at high fives never accomplished.
I’m laughing at goals that have been forgotten.
I’m laughing at cowards and heroes.
I’m laughing at mindless television shows.
I’m laughing at religion.
I’m laughing at all races.
I’m laughing at summer days that are dreary.
I’m laughing at my childhood.
I’m laughing at whispered secretes.
I’m laughing at my few, or many, enemies.
I’m laughing at empty streets.
I’m laughing at crowds.
I’m laughing at my many, or few, friends.
I’m laughing at kissing fiends.
I’m laughing at my high school years.
I’m happy that I can laugh about these things.