Cocaine

It felt like flying
Or unintentional crying.
It made the colours look so bright
Leaving no sense of what is wrong or right
It relieved all the stress and strain
That, my friend, is cocaine.

It starts with a small dose
And a mental note of 'no repeats' enclosed
But life always has been about compromise
Precisely that is where the trap lies
Because no matter how hard you restrain
You will still crave for a gram of cocaine.

Thus starts a viscous cycle
A war within, although psychological
Shattering dreams and hindering your vision
Leaving you restless and reinforcing illusion.

Thus for a growth that you can sustain
Unleash the power you contain
Remember time and again
Say no to cocaine.