I love the creativity I perceive
From a sleep deprived slightly tweaked
Over zealous mental freak
Physically weak from nothing to eat
But mentally about to reach my peak
And then to jump off
Who knows how many more feet
Til I hit the bottom
Be careful its rocky down their
I hear
From ones that took the plunge
And emerged alive
Unlike so many unlucky or just ready ones
Some get everlasting bliss
While some gain some knowledge
About themselves but still have to return to this earth we call hell
I've come close to that fall
I've even tripped a stumble to fall
But I guess I'm not ready
To be enlightened or set free
I'll just keep a float until
God or the devil decide
Who gets soul custody