The way everyone is stressed 
has me in reflection.
I made good choices, 
so I avoid depression-
but it creeps in
when I see others cry
on this twisted planet
from my moon rock in the sky. 

Everyday I blast-off
and hover around;
why are so many people feeling down? 
Is it the world we live in, 
or is it just how they feel in their skin? 
In a world full of woes, 
I’d rather be on my UFO.