Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 August Low to High

I cotton to humming a tune

To rid myself of feeling blue.

I got blown up like a balloon,

But then a pop as life can do.

A bottle of Cabernet red

Is my only comrade I find

To share a toast to the road ahead,

Leaving cosmos clutter behind.

From the dark bleak of now I see

Ahead, sun shining on the trees.

Better future does beckon me

To dance to life's simplicities.

Where I'm going, I don't know where.

I guess I'll know when I get there.