My Endorphins wants me to Morphin
It's just a interaction that makes me
Held up by my own actions trying to cut loose
Although getting too loose could get me cut
Dwelling these thoughts are heavy but there is no control
Like a phone shorts and clips I have to scroll
So I cast this from a pen to paper
Words are giving another outlet
Rigorous authenticity surrender the outcome
Dense moments from uplifting events
Drugs make my dopamine want more
It's normal to me, wanting more than I can see
A pyramid chain of effects
One realisation of my conceptualised phase.