I told myself, before I self destruct, let me consider what my alternatives are.
And when nothing came to mind, my decision had been made.
It was almost as if I had envisioned this happening before it did.
Good case of deja vu.
So I bid reality goodbye and took flight.
Against the night sky.
Against the city lights. Against the trees.
Against right/wrong, and reason.
Summer always seems to be my season for trouble.
So, I told myself, before I self destruct
let me try to remember why I feel as if I need to do so..
And when nothing came to mind, I began to unwind.
I was over and out, gone with the wind.
I knew I had sinned, but I didn't care.
I couldn't. I wouldn't allow guilt to make me regret.
What was so wrong but felt so right.