Running through a field of snow barefooted and naked
As if hysteria was safe
Fell off the cliff
Yet I tell myself that I'm flying
The freedom of running through the jungle
Holding hands with a boy my size
As if we were the perfect match
I know I am high on music
Because such euphoria
Has refused to say hello to me when I am sober
You know what?
That is okay
Because it is time and better for me to live
A consistent, but unexpected reality
Than to live a daydream which spoils the ending for me