In search of middle ground
Blinded by delight
Hindsighted once again
Eyes wide open
Look down and see
A thousand-mile drop
Drunken, tickled and aloof
A pair who missed each-every exit
Still there's envy of the artist
It is not art, nor poetry
But gluttony
That takes the prize
Beyond the clouds
A drop to death
Pray for one last cup
Remember with haste
The back of your hand
Pray this is a dream
Eyes closed shut
Kiss the sky and
Pray to god for forgiveness
