I am high as a kite,
Or a bird in full flight.
Burning bright as a candle
In the darkest of night.
Such contrast to past,
Where long laughs not so vast,
And the pain upon me has so strongly been cast.
How long will this be?
No one knows, we will see.
The last one to discover has always been me.
Too happy for some, but no longer under the thumb,
Of the little black dog that makes my universe glum.