Walking through the haze of life
Too often numb to feel the strife
Until the Jester's parting shot,
Culmination of misery that you begot
As usual the joke begins as cruel
But the shift occurs; you're breaking rules
Of existence set since birth of time
For this feels bigger than any life
A river of senses rushing through
And realization of not what, but who,
Brings you closer as if to drink the sky.
The blood is gone, it's time to fly.