The Highest High

A life of strife,
A life of burden.
A bellowing beast behind blue eyes,
hidden behind an iron curtain.

In control, my life returns,
feeling rejuvenated
enlightened, titillated
my dark soul becomes illuminated.

I stand back,
the clear view, an ultimate strategy.
The ultimate analytic stance,
push unwanted information into my periphery.

I saw the beast coming,
I handled it almost subconsciously, how very clever.
For now he is gone along with all qualms.
I am calm, collected and stronger than ever.

The highest high is not achieved
by any drugs.
Only such a rush can come
not from tolerance but from acceptance.
An honest allowance of how things are,
how you are, however fucked up you may be.
Fill your heart with love.