Cloud 9

Everything is falling inline

As if by heavenly design

Interference divine

In this life of mine

I’m taking it as a sign

That it’s my time to shine

I won’t be confined

My soul has been refined

I’ll drink my wine

As I dine

I don’t care how much you whine

You can be such a swine

About you, nothing is benign

So, I have to decline

That we combine

And redesign

I have a spine

I won’t pine

I’ll just lay here supine

And recline

On Cloud Nine