Running through a field of snow barefooted and naked

As if hysteria was safe

 Fell off the cliff

Yet I tell myself that I'm flying

The freedom of running through

The jungle holding hands with a boy my size

As if we were the perfect match

I know I am high on music

Because such euphoria 

Has refused to say hello to me when I am sober

You know what?

That is okay

 Because it is time and better for me to live

A consistent, but unexpected reality

Than to live a daydream which spoils the ending for me