I needed a cliff to climb.
I had been to the party and knew,
Vodka Red Bulls hurt in the morning.
I danced into the night with fire.
I split reality with illusion and wonder.
It was fun, fantasy, and foolishness.
But it was all washed away in adulthood.
I needed to climb the cliff.
I realized ecstasy was a drug that lasted,
Only under strobing lights like stars,
And are drowned out by clouds, beer, and wine.
And then slowly, under a quiet campfire,
I realized… I am getting old.