That poem was raw Julez, and I am feeling your spirit through everyword. God, Rah, Jah, Allah bless you. Pink you are freaking incredible for this work. I wonder how many people have really digested the bread you just buttered. I don't know if I received all the nutrients I was supposed to absorb. Regardless. So the meaning in my opinion: Goodness is devoured too quickly and its meaning is not properly understood or interpreted. The good is me but it is not simply greatness, or popularity. Nor is it joy or some happy-go-lucky trait. It is work to prove to myself first that I am good. Maybe better said that I am enough and don't have to be anyone else's picture of me, yet I am satisfied when I am praised. I get dizzy chasing other ppls perceptions of me and my so-called goodness, even if people think I am that way. But b/c I am good and can't find anyone else who sees me through the me I put on (and the goodness' true end), then I am floating off false highs that I am good b/c of others perceptions of me (I am not the girl filling the silence or aka the annoying one, I am not the girl afraid to be alone even though I am). If I don't keep up with the false high then I could fall or fail and that would be my fault and overwhelm me b/c others wouldn't be able to deal with the fallen me. So I am good or sober cuz those false highs are keeping me afloat (what ever they may be.) Hopefully that makes sense. Cbw holla;)