(Daily Post)
This feeling
Of well-being
Must be a ploy
A trick by the devil
Some sort of decoy
I’m shooting up without classes
An Apprentice , taking chances
Like a Phoenix from the ashes
Avoiding the clashes
Why am I laughing?
Why aren’t I crying?
This feeling of well-being
Maybe a decoy
Maybe a ploy
In my dreams, God’s got my hand
In my mind, I take a stand
This feeling of well-being
It can’t be a decoy
Surely not a ploy