Rush
That instant rush of utopia
the feeling never gets old
Its a companion, a friend
Never failing to lift my spirits
cause me to soar high above
All the pain and heartache
that me existence has caused
I feel it enter my veins
a sweet sigh of relief
as it coarses through my body
for it never lets me down
Its always there to pick me up
Never failing to bring me joy
though when its away
things are gray and gloomy
Body feels lifeless and dead
Head a total mess
then it comes to visit again
and all is well once more
To bad it always goes away
but its easy to find
where its at
The rush is always near
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