The days dissolve
In a milky white puff
Lost within a lengthy drag
The combustion of my ills
And I ascend

The clouds all stack beneath my heels
This new found elation
Is soon woven, into the authority of panic
Quivering among my resurrected anguish
Now magnified
Colossal and terrifying

Then the haze adsorbs them
As I tread downward
Swooping upwards every now and then
With potent visions, to occupy my thoughts
Drifting in and out
Like the tide of my beloved west
Teetering upon a realm of illusion
Both mad, and shrouded with bliss

The morning chimes
And I arise assured
Confident in my steps
With replenished vigor in my stride
It works for me
But not for some
It works for me
And that is all