Spinning

Spinning fast, faster
Getting high, higher
Everything seems so sad,
as it passes by.
You realize what you miss,
when you close your eyes so tight.

You just can't sit back and relax,
there is something for you to do,
a mystery?
No, you know what it is,
what it does and how to get it.
It's the only way to feel alive,

through a bottle or bong
Piece of glass and a blade
A needle and a spoon
A pill or a powder,
A paper and a plant.

It lifts you up, high in the sky,
But crashes you down hard and painful.
Every single time.
It's a lot like love,
no one will ever catch you while you fall,
not even, if you lucky.