Biological Mother

I've always wondered how it felt to get high.

Was it enough to make you fly?

Good enough to kiss your whole family goodbye?

Good enough to watch your kids lives go by,

without even a sigh?

I've seen you with that feeling.

Every little thought.

Everything you were stealing.

Just to get high,

High as the ceiling.

Don't give a fuck about the future,

only what your feeling,

the things you were dealing.

To your kids, 

who cares what they were feeling?

Because your high,

High enough to kiss the whole world,

Even your kids, Goodbye.