The Thrill

She watches day break
from the top of a highrise
where she lives the high life
is fond of those high times
and watches the highlights,
no time for the real thing
to enjoy it all in real time
fast forward, replay, rewind

-then pause-

she thinks back to simple times
away from these low thoughts
far from these closed doors
which harbor heavy hearts,
and guard dirty minds
before the guilt crept slow,
found a home,
and brought some grey
to her brown eyes

When did she think
she wanted to live like this,
love like this,
lay back
kick back
and lie like this

But when the bright lights,
light up the dark night,
-All eyes on Me-
cause she can get in for free,
sit back in VIP,
With an ass like that,
and a dress so tight,
there’s no room for rationality,
and her modesty
she stuffed into her closet
next to her old toys
above her new stash
behind the hard liquor
that she let soak in
before a night out