SOBER

Do you ever feel sober?

Cos I don't

It's like the voices enjoy the high

So I keep em there

Up in a space so far

They try to pull my consciousness in

And do I bother?

No I don't

Lusting after my own voice

Cos it always gets lost in the crowd

In the crowd of my own mind

I thought I was the captain

Or the life of the party

I thought I knew the captain

But that ship sailed a long time ago

And I wasn't on it

I didn't see it leave

I didn't even catch the life boat

And the merry band left without a captain

Without a party

So I guess I am just on my own high

And my mind on another that floats

So she asked me through a distant whisper

"Do you ever feel sober?"

And I whispered back through the wormhole in the marble;

"I guess you'd ask that since you reeled the anchor ⚓ in with zero remorse

I cannot tell if you're joking or not

Or if the high has got you dumb...

If you feel just how am numb

Or you are the reigning scum...

But if you must know if I ever get sober or not

Ask my mind

It has always been on a high with you

On your little merry aimless run..."

We sometimes live in the in-between

Me, the other me, the other one and others

Sometimes it gets hard to put a pin on the definition they crave

Sometimes it's just me playing dumb

Loving the smile plastered on that face of a different one

Enjoying the stories she spun

Living a life he loved

Turning tables

Dancing to spirit songs and...

Making jokes of no fun

Sometimes it's just me playing sober

Sitting still but counting down till I freak the normal ones

But the truth is

Sober?

"I have never felt that one."