Contrast.

I am light!
I am drifting, falling through the floor.
where's the floor?
There is no floor!
My shaking hands shall hold me up.

Now, I am swimming
Pressure all around,
my body breaking,
fighting against the currents.
I am drinking my fill
but there is a waterlust no amount
could suffice.

I have found the floor.
I found it, after having found
the cabinet where the flavors bounce
down to the floor with me
and I try to remember
how many it takes to steady my hands,
to clear my mind, to regain my thoughts
which have bounced out and are floating about my head
while the flavors laugh.

I am moving underwater
My arms are filled with lead, the weight
that has replaced my head so perfectly
has caused my eyelids to slip.
I just want to sleep this strange hangover off,
to wake up and feel ready to move again,
although if I were to slip and fall into a slumber,
it might be the last slumber I'll ever get.

The floor is returning.
Feeling my way about, I find a comfortable place
on low ground, to hold my sweets close and wait
to stop shaking, to start thinking again.
When I can feel again, I find my cheeks are stained
with fresh tears of embarrassment
and pray I can get through this alone. 

I am rising through the waters.
The pressure lifts, I start to curse those Twinkies,
their awful temptation and my ignorant forgetfulness.
The cramps in my stomach stop, my arms can move.
I feel awake again.

Here is the floor.
Here I am, a grownup,
reminded of a childish fear
and a cruel reality.

Here is the ground,
I can breathe out of the waters
I can freely move.
I shall start this, all again.