Getting high

I get high by myself and I get high very well

With substance abuse in my past I carefully tell

These stories that wants to be written and yelled

In nothing but feelings and thoughts I will dwell

A touch of my healing has been diving through hell

The reeking stench of burnt flesh I can smell

Hello again, demon. Welcome in for a toast

What’s your approach?

Will you attack what I hold most dear to my heart?

Will you pack me up cold with fear from the start?

This time I'll just listen

Sit here and wishing

For you to not constantly bitchin

As I’m haunted into submission

When all that I want is bliss and I’m fishing

For love, freedom and peace

You always come with distractions and tease

“Please take a leap into the hole of despair”

With ease I will seek for my soul to be fair

Treating my people with kindness and care

We’re all born in this madness, I stare

Myself in the mirror when sadness is there

Taking charge when I want to get high

I invite awareness when asking me why

Seek out inside

How to be free on this wild crazy ride

Journey called life

Can I get high on my very own breathing supply?

Carefully feel and distinguish myself from the I