She beckons me in ways you cannot understand,
Inspiring attempts to escape a life so bland.
Perched on the sidelines they judge my actions,
Yet they themselves are guilty of infractions.
So she is the heroine and center of our tale,
Without her this attempt to escape will fail.
Each day I breathe her in and I am refreshed,
Even as my world grows ever more distressed.
She injects her fresh life into my dying veins,
Washing away my concern for problems and pains.
With blinders on I strap myself in for the ride,
Preparing to embrace the cocoon in which I hide.
If only you could all experience her as I do,
Other people might wonder what came over you.
Is it any surprise you believe I am on heroin,
When all I did was finally capture my heroine?
Sunlight peeks through the windows unwelcome,
Breaching my senses like a never ending drum.
Fix the blinds and continue to act contrived,
Supplies for the next bender finally arrived.