My High.

They know, they know.

They are too, too, too much.

I just sit in the front and try to block 'em out,

With my cheap a*s DS earphones,

But they shout.

They are too much.

Too, too, too much.

 

The rain would come and gently tease my face.

I wish I'd be up there, that beautiful place...

I'd wish the sun would always look that way,

And I'd just stare.

 

If I could, I would.

I would just blast out this whole f*****g world

With my cheap a*s earphones, and my tiny mp3.

And just stare at the sky.

In my eyes rain would fall.

I would just have it all.

If I could, I would.

 

The sky would run so slow, but I'd quickly chase,

If I could only get to that oh, so glorious place...

But I'll just blast out the whole f****n world for now.

I know, I know, I know I'll get up there some how.

 

Tripping over my sights

As the sun barely rises

Sneaking up in diguise

Above the soggy cheerios in the reflection in my bowl

In my frost bitten hands from when I dove into your grand old soul...

The sky....

The sky...

My high.

Reviews

[babyblue]

nice poem even thou it could've been in a more a positive,or spritual way.