rivers flow through the garden
you hear the sound of gregarious laughter
we are laughing
our hearts pounding to the same electric beat
we are buzzing

the sky is free from clouds
you see us fly
we are flying
along the tallest mountains
until we see cloud nine
and rest on it for a while

all of us see the rivers speeding
speeding toward the edge
where they cascade down the waterfall
we realise the cloud we sit on
is made of air, and the happiness it gives us
is only temporary

as we plummet
we hit the ground, hard
all laughter and joy is gone

we wake up, the same place we were
on the cold concrete floor
underneath the bridge
where our journey began

we look at each other
we're drunk and broke
and as we inhale that toxic smoke
we return to the garden.