Flying

I was flying so high I could touch the sky
My body and mind were on fire like an over inflated tire
I felt like I would burst or explode if I didn’t unload
My gifts to others to see what they thought but it was all for naught
Because after the high after the rush
The crash always comes in a great big gush

Like I’m falling from the sky falling really fast
With nothing to cling to I’m back on earth I knew it wouldn’t last
So now on to tears being tired and sad all these ups and downs just make me so mad
I want to go away be somebody not me
Just leave myself alone sitting under a tree
The pain is inside its deep in my soul

It hides there in a deep deep hole
But it always comes back it won’t leave me be
How can I cope should I hide under a tree?
Should I bury myself in the bed for awhile
Or just pretend I’m ok put on a fake smile
Will I ever be normal whatever that is
Or will I always be coping with this up and down biz

What a dumb question of course there’s no choice
“Cherish these gifts” say somebody’s voice
Just look at the gifts you give to the world
Poetry art and all that’s unfurled

But what does it matter if I barely make it through
If I’m always at odds how can this be true
It makes no sense to me at this moment in time
Why am I even writing this rhyme?