To My Happiness
The clock ticking behind,
slows against the beat.
My head pulling my heart,
my heart guiding my feet.
The never ending cycle,
multiples up and down.
My head pulling my heart,
going circles all around.
The dance of a million birds,
floating against the blue of sky.
My head pulling my heart,
too many questions of why.
The love of flight finally touched me,
praying for a fall so slow.
My head pulling my heart,
with nowhere to go.
GO HOME
