The Dry High

When things stop making sense.
At least to you.
Whichever way.
Thats a high.
When an emotion persists.
Even if you deny.
Thats a high.
Time slows down.
It still goes by.
Thats a high.
When nothing can scare you.
Except you.
Thats a high.
When you truly realize what you desire.
And why.
Thats a high.
When you do things you should not.
Which otherwise you would not.
Thats a high.
When you are what you would be.
If only you could be.
Thats a high.