Burn With the Sun

I cannot stop myself, I cannot stop my mind
From taking me up on this self-induced high.
Every time I reach it it’s fire and nothing more –
It couldn’t be purer.
The next day when I look around,
Everyone seems to be on the ground,
And where am I?
In my self-induced high.
How this state does terrify me.

If I keep this up I’m gonna burn with the sun,
Burn through the elements one by one
Until what’s left is a substance flames can’t scorch.
I don’t want to leave it all behind
But even at home I’m in another world.

One week ago I was down in the low;
What changed to propel me out, I don’t know.
No more heart-rending pangs –
Well, yes – but I go on with them in the background, white noise.
Couldn’t have it anyway with my feet off the ground.

I’m creating an image round an empty core,
I can do so much I couldn’t dare to before.
So far away from this world, I don’t know when I’m coming back;
There’s a hook in my mind that ties me to earth
And if I go too high the alarms go off,
Then I quench my excitement and quench the light
’Til I come low enough to take a respite.

For now I’m burning with the sun;
I’ve forgotten everyone
Except me, I am my own world,
With one aim every cell leans toward.
Forget everything else; I can’t explain.
If you’re not up there I know it seems insane.
As if from a plane, look down at the clouds
And see how simple and free,
And the people below and their stores and their roads
Are an intricate web of fine threads woven,
Trifling from this height.

04/11/11