Through tears and smiles of sunbursts, I look for my mind.
Sometimes, this trip beautifully hurts, but I’m too excited to decline.
And there are times when I feel sad, but it’s kind of a funny story.
I’m in a movie where I pretend that there is always another morning.
And yes, I can guess the end, but I ignore it, since physical life is one, big yearning.
This life on screen, it can feel so lonely, being watched but whose eyes are on me?
Although, I do not care. My story is upon me……….