Happiness is momentary
It never lasts
Yet, when it comes
It brings with it
An avalanche of bliss
Thundering clouds of catharsis
It makes you sit
on a high chair
You never wana look down
Thinking, it's a privilege
Only you can possess
You are far superior
than every one else
Till the day comes
It suddenly disappears
Into the dense darkness
Within the cover of a million stars
That you always thought were yours
It leaves to brighten
Someone else's life
And you are left hanging
High upon a dried out tree
You've spent every last drop of it
Thinking, It would never end
Now lost behind the shadows of Life
Constant darkness, not a ray of sunlight
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