It follows me like the moon at night
There’s no escaping it
But, unlike the other times,
I don’t want to run from it
For it is trying to warn me of the good that will ensue
A high, an almost ecstasy, that I’ve never felt before
It’s convincing warmth is luring me
The calming hues of pinks relaxes all my tensions
It’ll be a week of only ups and no downs
That is until it all ends

The pink cloud is only a reminder
I may never feel at peace like that
Ever again