Are you happy?

It's easier to make it seem that way,

Because when you're happy, everything is okay,

And you want to live forever,

And watch the moon's cycle over and over, 

And you want to see the different sky patterns,

And create your own, because your mind, your mind isn't a dark spaced oblivion,

And you're not afraid of the long drop, 

Or the impending weightless doom,

And you want to count each and every leaf,

On each and every tree,

And mourn their death as the majestically fall to the ground, all withered and brown,

And you wouldn't seem happy, 

You'd finally be happy.