For What Reason Do I Ride On Clouds

For what reason I'm more than often sad... if warm rain gives life to beautiful roses: can skies change from grey to blue in an instant? For what reason do I run from happiness? Are these thoughts erased from the writing pad, ignoring what causes bitterness and regret? The lonelier I am, the more restless I get; I mistake affection for something else; loving the wrong person is not the solution to replace my loss and ignore delusion... throwing away each kiss and embrace: a betrayer lives nights of cold sweat! For what reason do I ride on clouds? I can easily mistake passion for affection and let delusion turn into useless despair! For what reason do I object to being realistic... take apart everything and find out if it's fair to stay faithful, and avoid being egotistic? Could I stand on a pedestal and show devotion, and not follow others that look for false lovers? Is it worth losing all the joy I felt and owned yesterday? Who has patience always wins chasing dreams; I hate to be the one hanging from tiny strings! For what reason do I get so weak touching without words to speak? Holding someone you adore is feeling very happy; loving someone you trust is being more than lucky! For what reason do I doubt promises... whispered sweetly when desire rises? For what reason do I ride on clouds and not think that liars are clowns?