Happiness Again

Rising up to a place where cares and dreams all seem but an illusion, to somewhere other than this place and time till all that is left is the energy coursing through each and everyone.  Where does it all go?  To the same place faded dreams and forgotten passions fill the air and choke off the freshness until all that is left is a stinking rotting stench of unfilled desires.  Or all fades away in time and space.  Climb up high to get a good look around of all the sights that dazzle the eye, but something very peculiar happened while feeling a little distressed the clouds darkening a bit, it all flipped around, those feeling being dismissed the clouds dispersing and the sun comes out.  Happiness again.