Sometimes I feel higher than high;
Going 120 down a gravel drive,
Each jolt brings me close to death,
But it’s fine if I don’t catch my breath.
Sometimes I feel lower than low;
Crushed and broken on a rocky floor,
Each stone in my flesh like a sheathe,
But it’s fine as long as I breathe.
Sometimes I feel out of control;
Giddy and shaking I reach for the bough,
My weight I know it cannot hold,
But my mind won’t be anything but bold.
And now I’m free falling,
Wind rushing by my face,
And though I can’t control the pace,
At least my emotions are changing.
I’m never more in control
Than when I’m dying.