the world will lift you up and pull you down,

they will not except you as you are,

living in clouds of dreams and that´s all alright for me,

no other place I would rather be,

in this fantasy their is no wicked reality,

here I am free,

with the world to roam and everything to see,

living this way because happiness cannot seem to reach me,

a daydream of anything you want ,

where the world does not consist of emails,

where you do not always feel like you will always fail,

where there is plenty of places to roam and sail,

a simple path a road of happiness a journey or fate trail,

yet the only thing missing is happiness that is never up for sale,

it is empty like eating something but it is really stale