As I become intoxicated,
I saunter aloft upon thin air
towards heaven.
Floating high upon the clouds,
I can see the world more clearly.
In slumber I fall.
And as I awaken in hell,
peering up from the abyss,
the world above no longer seems real.
It is a long way to ascend.
As I return to cognizant
reality, and observe the
prisoners of purgatory,
I hasten back to hell.
That I may glimpse
heaven en route.
