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Trashed 3/4/2014

Just a little prick

And then you’ll feel better

With your heart beating normal

And nothing to fear.

Warm, happy, and smiling

Thick inside your head

Where you can dream about living

And never be disappointed.

Life slows down

But then it starts to quicken

Because everything happens

To someone else

Who thinks and acts

Just like me.

Now we can be anything

And now we can do it all

Fearless and free

For as long as it lasts.

Riding a wave

A million miles away

Perfect and frozen

Impervious and immune.

A passenger on the mainline

On his way to somewhere else

Laughing and joking

Because everything is available

And everything is mine.

The pain of life

Can be a curse,

Or it can be a blessing

Because either way

There is no escape

Except in oblivion

Or death.

All the way up

Or all the way down

Anywhere but here

And anytime but now.

That is the place where

Time has no meaning

And no one else matters

Except for the feeling.

But even in here

We know the truth

As we long for a reality

We can no longer face.

Sliding sideways into a ditch

But it feels like nothing at all 

If you are numb

And disbelieving

And dead under your feet.

But reality is real

Whether we feel it, or not

And better it is to live and die

With your eyes wide open

Then asleep at the wheel.

Some of us will wake up

But some of us will not

Gone for the night

And gone forever.