I'm Right

I'm right to be sad.

I'm frightened of heights and I just had the time of my life.

Given a knife and a pad to write insights I had at night in the sand.

Pride can guide you like a light in your hand or it might spite you and bite you instead.

I'm right to regret my mind was misled.

Was it divine or lights in my head?

Alone, nights in my bed, unknown acolytes with lies to spread.

The skies are red.

Sometimes being wise is a sign of stress.