My Low-Highs

A hermit I am
But my mind's always wandering
Into forbidden lands
Aimlessly pondering
Transcending the skies
Of truths and lies
Endless like the universe
With eyes shut
Momentarily nhilate
Then back
As pupils dilate
And clear the dust
Of these thoughts
Some engraved
Others put to rest

Tear if I must
But not enough
The nails hammered deep
And they bond like rust
Maybe not a choice,
I consciously make
They are always there,
These voices I hate

This recluse,
Isn't really my muse
Hence, to occasionally diffuse
These blues, like bubbles
Caressing on the golden hues
Of this elixir
I must consume

And as it flows down
Anxieties drown
The world looks new
A fish eye view
Sing and sway
The pain goes away
Time flies
It's all a bliss
Reality a miss
I'll be back
Then do it all over again
For it keeps me sane
As this is the only route
I know—how to escape!