"nubila" poems
Cruisin' the highway of life
Nothing can get in my way
Radio up, tunes I adore
I couldn't ask for anything more
Suddenly, I start to swerve
Euphoric poison jostles my nerves
I'm losing control, and I can't feel
Somebody please take the wheel
It started as a bit of fun
The race unfinished I had won
Soon enough I'd sense false glory
Would I live to tell my story?
Somebody catch me, I'm falling
Harsh realities now appalling
Don't you know I could be bawling
Instead these words I'm duly scrawling
A million projects unfinished
Sense of time diminished
Sentiments overdue
Self-assuredness gone askew
Perhaps the most productive time
Still I would rather be just fine
Than pacing, racing, sleep deprived
Just glad I made it out alive
In the midst of all this rambling
I'm sure glad I'm not out gambling
Not for money, but survival
Bless my sanity's revival
First came the ocean's bottom
Next, the top of the world
Then, I was numb, dead
Now I am myself instead
At first it was a paradox
I couldn't understand
Drugs meant to resurrect me
Could render me so bland
But that was just a phase
The gilded Age was brief
Not long 'fore I could smell fresh air
Salt's not a stealthy thief
The seasons change
Friends come and go
But I outlast
And won't let go
To anyone who's in a bind
Keep fighting, see it through
There's sunshine once the clouds are gone
It's waiting there for you.
post nubila phoebus
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC