The beautiful views,
the ***,
the songs,
always living for the rush.

Connecting strong,
feeling deep,
traversing this old life ball.

Flying fast,
always between the sun and the moon,
never lost.

And the moon lights my back,
the sun shines on my face,
Bringing luck where ever I go.

I follow it like a shiny coin,
carrying the moon behind me like a balloon on a string,
my manic high.