You like me better when inebriated
You want me; flying high
Lost all sense of inhibitions
But with truth and sobriety
Comes silence and disregard
Misunderstood
Timeless lack of knowing
Always running circles
Around your silly empty head
Searching for some way out
To escape
I think you want to feel
But rather numbing simple accessibility
Trumps all other efforts of freedom
And of chance
To know how
To feel
To understand and to be understood
Flying high, blind in all sublime numbness
Terrified to love what is so painless
To accept as is
Never questioning purpose or potential
It is all lost; flying high
No love to lose
No chance to gain
No mind to cherish
No one else to blame
Silent nights
You think of another
But you end up the fool
No one will answer
Your words
Just flying high