So...
This is it?
This high and rush?
The lack of sleep?
And cheeks in blush?
Being lost at words?
Grasping for air?
Meanwhile, pretending I don't care?
Yes...
High on life.
Without the dope.
I sharpened the knife
To kill all hope.
For, once again,
I realize: the peace within -
The Most valued prize.
West L.A. Autumn.
This is it?
This high and rush?
The lack of sleep?
And cheeks in blush?
Being lost at words?
Grasping for air?
Meanwhile, pretending I don't care?
Yes...
High on life.
Without the dope.
I sharpened the knife
To kill all hope.
For, once again,
I realize: the peace within -
The Most valued prize.
West L.A. Autumn.
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