Searching for the elusive high…
Feet that won’t leave the ground,
Accepting frustration, no sting in sight
I turn away from the bowl….
Mary-Jane watches my desperate dance,
She smiles, and takes my hand.
We twirl together, in time to the music playing in my head,
Watching the hours wave, on their way pass…
- Don’t Get Dizzy (rongenfants.wordpress.com)