Getting High

left in a heap thrown in a corner to be brought out again for later use its just life that kicks you down sometimes when all you want is to stand back up learning lessons the hard way its the only way i know could be im just not grasping something i should be seeing i could throw myself at the wall again but somehow i dont think the bruises would bring the enlightenment im seeking could be that im not being perceptive enough its so hard to be observant at a time like this when all you know is that the pounding in your head matches the pounding of your heart ive come too far along to let it all go only to start over again life wont let you work like that you can skip the cracks all you want but the hunters trap is more elusive everyone falls in at least once the Dream is so damn beautiful that everyone wants a piece something to call their own happiness is life's ultimate reward people stretch their hands toward it daily only some can never quite stretch far enough... ive touched it once just one of the lucky few its the most addictive drug with one glimpse your always wanting more reduced to crying in the dark because its spark wouldn't light i am crying inside Written December 31st, 2001 © on Dec 31 2001 09:34 AM PST    18 • 0 • 1