High On My Own Supply
By: Carl Johnson II (Carl The Muse)
I’m taking oxygen to the head and im on my fifth glass of H20. I am walking around full like this place is gonna blow. I am an addict an aficionado of sorts, yeah I’m a junkie and my addiction is getting worse. I can’t stop and honestly, I won’t try. I am passing with 100′s while others are just getting by.
I have been in the clouds for the last few years and I am staying put the sunshine feels better from here. Yeah I must admit I once fell off my perch and so I am very aware that life can be much worse. I avoided the hearse and recovered from the fall because I got up when I heard the call.
I tasted the light and got addicted to the way it feels, to live, to love and to embrace what is real. I got a taste of life and since that day I have been high and I’m still getting higher I am aiming for the edge of the sky.I can’t get enough of this or the way that it feels, and so I want more, That is my deal! I want to go the furthest I can go, What is tomorrow gonna be like? I am trying to live long enough to know.
As long as my supplier keeps supplying me, like a lion in the sahara in front of fresh meat. I will indulge! I will eat!
I get a little taste of light each day and then I remember how it feels to feel this way; and then it starts again that cycle that I am stuck in. I keep getting high on my own supply, high on my own life. Feels good standing in the light walking by faith and not by sight.
I am free in this world and I am three steps ahead while many people around me are stuck in their heads. Yes I have an addiction, its an uncommon affliction. I can’t get enough no matter how hard I try, I wake up early because I toss and turn all night.
Yes its true, I am a junkie!……………… I am high on light and addicted to life.