What is this feeling fueling my soul, soaring in the air making me lose control.
One of the many questions I ask is how long this happiness will in fact last? As this jet takes off on full blast!
My mind and my heart play games as I soar, These mental burdens keeping happiness away from my core.
Sometimes I ask if this is something not deserved, As this jet flies high as a bird.
I know this will soon come to an end, My jet is running out of fuel again.
The investigation begins with why I can’t find my happiness within, So I ask am I just a writer gone mad, or just a person who’s sad?