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.