Craving A New High
Send me to the sky
Drop me from the mountain tops
Rush me to the bottom
Scoop me up before I pop
I want a new high
Eat my soul and spit out me with disgust
Leave the tingles fizzing round my head
Spin squares digging deeper through my skin
Pierce me with your laughs and lust
I want a new high
Crush my spine and jelly my insecurities into giggles
Worry runs away
Flying with leaves in the breeze
Seeing new colors shapeless and flowing life
Circles in circles balance sheer delight
I want a better high
One which makes me think faster
One to make me whole
One gets me money legal
One turning me to butter
One crafting me finer than gold
I want a better high
One doesn’t leave me hungry
One knocks me out of bed
One for keeping me focused
One for building empires
One to make me happy and make sure I’m fed
I want a clean high
Fills me with beauty
Empty of religion
Fills me with pureness
Empty of seeking
Fills me with the now
Empty of pretend relief
Fills me with wholeness keeping
Empty of lies beneath
Fills me with lack of need
Empty of the limiting beliefs
I want a clean high
Craving is in the blend
Words flowing and shaping
Clean high growing
Writing beginning to the end.
