Bliss?

Prepaid Bliss

But on the blitz 

Here we are

Seeking something not real

Artificial Bliss but only to dismiss

Up in the sky, shall defy what had been written for me

There's the need to be bad at deeds

Mania on the bend

I be trying to mend

Up up to Cloud 9

Does this define the prepaid Bliss

Of the artificial Bliss

Running on the treadmill into sanity

Only to drop down to the ground

Down again coming to darkness

Here we go again

Upon the time

This time I will mend

Surely not to bend

To be firm allowing serenity

To help me

Breathing just every so nicely

Breathe here there everywhere

Life may be slightly off putting, but sanity in near always

Dare to live, upon today