Everyone seems to need that one gateway to another land,
A better place,
where you can see the unseen,
grasp the untouched,
swallow your sweet sorrow.
This normally comes through a puff of smoke,
or lines of coke.
Yet I run from the idea of being thrown of the pedestal.
My life is perfect why would I want to diminish that?
For the first time I want to keep my feet on the ground,
and leave my dreams for clouds.
Because even on the ground their is an incredible view,
and the only drug I need,
Is you.