Standing on the sofa
Feet never touching the ground
At the peak of ecstasy
No sadness can be found
Love is in the air
And overfills the lungs
A day which was like yesterday
In which tomorrow shall also be one
But then a screeching halt to it all
A thunderstorm that has no end
Those feet finally touch the ground
They are standing in wet sand
Slowly sinking downward
The joys of being young again have quickly faded away
To wish for those days of happiness
In which sadness never saw the light of day
“As we get older, we allow sadness to come to our life. Sadness is never an initial feeling that one has, however, as we age it becomes a feeling that we know all too well…but why?” -Monica Renata