When I’m high!

I can be whatever I want when I’m high

Like riding high seas or rocking the desert dry

I can go touch the sky or just lie to the ground

Nothing matters and everything spins whizzing round

Life seems like a ride when I’m high

I can swing on the starry light from the sky

Can’t seem to care whether its true but I see so much delight

Pirouetting, comes the smile ditching all

Because the night never felt so much bright!

I babble all that I ever dreamt of having,

All those don’t matter who thought of this as perennial irksome brawling

With a flagrant attitude I’m a fan of myself

All ready for the world, I can’t get tired of being full of myself

Emancipated and feel the vanishing of my liabilities

Sobriety can’t bring the guilty pleasure of this variety

A beat-down of the ephemeral gloomy times to the uber luxury mode

Bidding adieu to servitude when I’m riding on this road

Ethereal beauty that sways in with the refreshing of my memory archive

I remember all times and all those who ever mattered, it’s like a memory dive

Amid the Cascading crusade of my emotions and conscience I smile and I cry

Life is small and being loved is rare, not anymore I would deny

How silly it it sounds that only when I’m high

I feel so full of life and know who’s an ally

I love so much but don’t know how to show

Yes I’m high, yet so close to myself though