There is sight, but no insight
There is light, but it's not that bright.
Brain says good night,
Finding myself in a sorry plight.
Shut myself in a cocoon
Body and mind out of tune
Confusion and ignorance attune
Didn't think it'd happen so soon
Closed my eyes to see the colors dance
Felt the nerves going in a trance
Unaware of the surroundings
Flew with the my newly found wings.
One deep breath and thoughts die away
The warmth of the lips forgets the fray
Smell of liberty heartens the soul
Mind opens the door to the ultimate goal
As I exist without control
I feel my fingers burn like coal
Sense come back with a drum roll
Nicotine rushes in like a parasite.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC