Getting High

Who wants to get high?

For the promise of high

Contains a lie.

For every high

You will sink low,

So down you go;

You reap what you sow.

Sobriety's the native state

Of our flighty minds,

And yet we hate

To stay that way;

Yet trying to escape

Just does not pay.

The path to grace

For the human race

Is to just get used to it.

For Kirstie.