the playful ones always win

There are those who move through life

with careful hands, counting every risk

measuring every maybe

afraid to laugh too loudly

in case joy hears and leaves

And then there are the others—

the ones with grass-stained knees

sunlight in their hair

who kiss in kitchens and dance when no song is playing

who know that sorrow exists and still choose to tease the sky

They are the ones who leave notes in pockets

who turn ordinary mornings into secret celebrations

who wear tenderness like a dare

who make love feel less like falling

and more like flying with your eyes open

The world may call them reckless

but the world has always envied

those who know how to stay soft

without surrendering their spark

And in the end

when all the serious hearts

have exhausted themselves trying to control the tide

the ones still laughing in the moonlight

are the ones who were right all along—

and in the end

the playful ones always win

not an ordinary morning

can't win with your eyes closed

unserious hearts. if i win, you win