there are few days

when I feel, on top of the world.

Nothing is good enough,

and I don’t want anything

within reach.

I feel like I’m flying in a private plane, with the opera turned up,

above the clouds

being a shadow, on a dark night,

dancing between the stars

the piano, allows me to feel this way

finishing a good piece of writing—

nobody can give me that

it’s an attitude

a way of being—there is nothing better

it is morning arrogance, when the world is falling apart

it is feeling good, when it’s against the rules

the day gives its promises to me

because I asked.

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