Maybe our souls
Are split in two
And happiness
Is when they are friends
Perhaps
The day I was born
Some of my soul
Was inflated with helium
And rose up up
Up to the
Atmosphere
Always watching its other half
And when I am happy
When I feel
I am floating
It is when
The half on the ground
Finally makes connection
With my satellite Soul
And when this feeling fades
When I am centred and flat
And neutral
The souls have lost
Signal
If so
The signal connected
Today
And my halves
Both heavy and light
Are friends again.