Spring Blues

Melancholy

Melancholy, melancholy, melancholy,

how stands this day?

Do I expect delightful pleasures

or hold fast for your way?

Melancholy,

found all around,

how do you creep unannounced

and stain ambitions life

and mine?

You come, you go,

tainting this,

prompting that,

master of nothing,

inspiration of some.

Welcome, friend,

for I own no enemies.

All you can do is done.

Humans are moody.  So are Gnomes.  The Knack is to recognize a mood and put it to good use.

(From A Gnome, A Candle, and Me)