From nothing to nothing, I flow
listening to my voice, the ripples
of laughter and joy, tears and pain
teetering at the edge, insane.
Looking at myself through my eyes
Watching me walk down the aisle
stumbling and stopping as I approach
that which I fear most of all.
And then I find a blanket being drawn (over my face)
not white, not black, but the colour
of fear, I try to break free rip it apart,
I come back to life, to senses
Only to realize, I escaped insanity
to live an insane life, with no hope
and no promise of hope
I am not high, and out of dope.