december bluebells

In and out and in and out 

This deliciously delirious drug haze.
The pain fades, the mind clears,
Sweet Jesus, what will and can I be?  

A bird! For I can see far and wide.
(oh, beware of the cage, little birdie!)
A mountain! For I will be strong and sturdy.
(oh, those tunnels through your body!)

A river! For I will always run free. 
(oh, those dams to curb your glee!)
A sunbeam! For I will light the grounds. 
(oh, cities are webs of darkened windows!)  

A bird, a mountain, a river, a sunbeam;
These are all I hope to be. 
Not human, for I will be without deniable dreams. 
I swear this isn’t drug-speak. 

In and out and in and out.