Substance
I’ve kissed the ground, I’ve touched the sky,
But I don’t need substance to fly me that high.
The world stops spinning as I start to fall
But soon I feel nothing at all.
I’ve felt the high, I’ve cried the pain.
Where is the balance between sunshine and rain?
Substance to think, substance to feel,
But is there a substance for me that will heal?
For when I fly high or dip dangerously low,
The gray takes over.
Then where do I go?
I’ve built me a castle, three walls at the most.
My escape plans provoke the deepening moat.
All that’s left for me is static.
But I don’t need substance to fly me that high.
The world stops spinning as I start to fall
But soon I feel nothing at all.
I’ve felt the high, I’ve cried the pain.
Where is the balance between sunshine and rain?
Substance to think, substance to feel,
But is there a substance for me that will heal?
For when I fly high or dip dangerously low,
The gray takes over.
Then where do I go?
I’ve built me a castle, three walls at the most.
My escape plans provoke the deepening moat.
All that’s left for me is static.
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