Cloud 9

When you’ve done your darnedest trying
And it all goes well,
Then you’re up on Cloud 9, flying,
Sittin’ for a spell.

Basking in some satisfaction
Is a well-earned pleasure.
Hearing praise as a reaction
Gives you more to treasure.

Too bad every day can’t boast
A matching dose of magic.
Maybe we’d be so engrossed
We’d rise above the tragic.

Since that cannot be, I guess
I’ll spend today defying
Whoever won’t let me express
The joy that got me flying.