A feeling of
Dominating over all
Cruising through
A cacophony of noisy feelings
Add some colour
To my jumbled speech
Stagger backwards
Backtrack a few hours
First type of high
Second type of high
Grounded yet trembling
Trapped by freedom
CPR to resuscitate
A dead spirit dwelling
It served no purpose anyways
Putting in effort
Fooling the brain
A set rhythm
Hear the satisfied humming
