Sugar Rush

Mind going crazy Body kinda shaky Feeling wide awake Despite my fatigue Talking to the trees Branches blowing in the breeze They're trying to decieve They tell me not to breathe Watch the sun rise Through bloodshot eyes Drawing my strength From the crimson skies Gaze at all the crows Flying to and fro And with a voice that's low They're telling me to follow Feeling that I can fly I decide to try But it was all a lie Lucky to be alive For it seems I have no wings Too late to realize this And with a sickening thud My body gives the ground a kiss Just know that I will try again After my body mends For one day you will find That I will fly for real And not just in my mind (Written sometime in the mid '90s after a 15 hour long D&D campaign and a 12 pack of Jolt Cola. Good, bad? It is what it is)