On Cloud Nine

Sometimes we are only fine.

Sometimes we are on cloud nine.

Up and down round and round.

Sometimes both feet on the ground.

Happiness varies each moment.

Taking us through such torment.

Hues of color that of clouds.

Such is happiness can say loud.

What upcoming hard to guess.

Is it truth or acts to impress.

Colorful faces with cruel souls.

Hiding behind their truth and fouls.

Motive behind all their talk.

Too keeps hidden as they walk.

Though my feet is on cloud nine.

I’m aware of such gruesome lines.