A Wish to Fly

The drug that gives no high.
The love that sucks me dry.
The future that gives no hope.
I stand on top of the tight rope.

One step I cautiously take.
I pray that it doesn't break.
When it doesn't I give one big sigh;
Maybe this one odd I can defy.

I take another stride,
And start to fill up with pride;
But pride comes before the fall.
I must have stood up too tall.

I begin to sway.
Should I go or should I stay?
The answer I do not know,
So I go fast instead of slow.

All I do is stumble and trip;
I start to lose my grip.
The gray earth scoffs at me below;
The closer and closer it grows.

Perhaps I jumped into this too fast.
I should've known that I wouldn't last,
Or maybe I didn't try enough,
And I gave up when it just got too tough.

The high-less drug
Gives a smile that's so smug.
Sometimes I feel an effect;
And I feel withdrawal if I don't inject.

Perhaps I'm just too attached,
And without it I feel from society detached.
It's a thing that's always on my mind;
Is it my life that it's defined?

I know it has, for better or for worse.
Sometimes it's a blessing and other times a curse.
It's not like without it I'm gonna die,
But it's too hard to simply say goodbye.

Perhaps I had too high of expectations,
And I came up with my own destinations.
But life is so full of surprises;
It wears several different disguises.

The drug I can't let go.
With it I hit valleys and plateaus.
I wonder if I'll ever outgrow.
Honestly, I really don't know.