It seems that one day it came. Then one day it left. It seems that one day it was. Then one day it wasn't. I would love to pretend. But I feel. I felt. It seems that I was on cloud 9. It seems that life was good. There was no way for it to go sour. It went sour alright. Still hoping for skittles and Hershey's. Still hoping for a pot of gold. Hair filled with glitter. Red kitty heels. Follow the yellow brick road they say. Unto the yellow brick road I go. Step by step I go. They say one day, if I do it right, I will reach the end of the rainbow. I don't see a rainbow. Have faith they say. So I follow blindly. Life is good when you have faith. On to the yellow brick road I go. Left, right, left, right, left, right, ...