The Steps

I'm climbing up the steps of euphoria,
Sprinting up, 'cause this is easy.
My mind is racing
My thoughts are going a mile a minute.
A mile a millisecond.
I can't catch one. there are moving too fast.
I wish I could just grasp one, but they're going, going, gone.
I need to slow down and even my tempo,
But I can't stop.

I climb higher and higher till I get to the top.
I am moving too fast and I need to stop.
I am getting dizzy. I can't sleep.
I am moving fast, racing, speeding ahead.
It's getting steep.
The edge is getting closer.
But I can't stop.
I black out.
Then I crash.

I crash. I burn.
I'm going down, down, down.
I'm burning. I'm numb.
How can I climb so high then fall so low?
My mind is slowing.
I stop.
I sleep.
I sleep while I eat.
I sleep while I walk, while I work, while I talk.
I am down, down, down so low.
I sink fast. I don't slow.

I am losing all feeling.
I'm a void.
A Black hole.
My steps seem vain.
Useless. Idle.
What is there to forward to?
All I see is gray
And I'm going numb.
With these feelings.
I can't help but succumb.

Then there is a catastrophe. A fire. A crash.
I'm running up the steps of ire.
They are burning. They're smoldering.
I can't fight what I'm feeling.
My rage. My fury. My wrath.
I'm on fire. I can't cool down.
My head is racing with the worst of thoughts.
It's consuming. It's overwhelming.
It takes control.
I'm enveloped black.
And I can't come back.

When I see what I've done.
After, I finally come to.
I don't lighten.
I only get blue.