Write Happy

Planes fly higher and higher I see them sometimes Looking threw my third eye I wave but the people are to too high. If they could see me I’ll tell you what they’d find A man with his hand out his pockets And fingers on the grind. I smile at my computer if only if only there was a camera in there I would make people feel homey, Like a chicken pocks scare. Yes, I am. No expectations left at my door. And no sprite sticking me to the floor. I fly in my home, sliding over the hardwood Only asking for more time Let me live these days Over and over is what I pray And those who make me smile are who I praise. So I keep the best company on gravel and on the web Happy as a pirate with a new wooden leg. Life is not meant to be thought about in the past Life is for now, and it won’t last. So smile, And kick your troubles in the ass. I smile in public because I know they are away From their problems for at least a conversation With me - it should be filmed, We are the new cast of Glee.