Yellow

Spinning leaves you disoriented. Stumbling along with a smile. You can leave this world. Your visions blurred. And, it feels uplifting. The intoxication keeps you spinning. You're hoping that it doesn't stop. But, when the daze subsides things come back into focus like those yellow lights flashing. And now they're not so easy to ignore. I guess that might be why clouds exist. So easy to bury your head inside a place where the flashing lights can't penetrate or agitate this false sense of bliss the opaque softness can provide. But even clouds can dissipate leaving wisps of fluff behind. The flashing yellow passes through. Time for another place to hide from the light kept hazy from all your spinning, from the yellow dinged inside your cloud. Escape from thoughts that you might be sinning Against Yourself by holding on to covert lies. Keep it peaceful. Keep it lively. A sober form of ecstasy veils the truth brought by the flashing. Ever-present. Disenchanting. Demanding you to recognize, you're only stalling your demise.