Cotton Clouds

Cotton
Like a soft cloud
I was never allowed
To fly
So high
My wings got clipped
When I slipped
Through the cracks
Unnoticed
Toppled over
The ground is shifting
Beneath high heels
A likely excuse
For consuming alcohol
Although in moderation
Dressed up
Like Halloween
I should feel like a Queen
Instead of caught in between
Sifling this gasoline
Filling my own tank
Before I draw a blank
After I jump off this plank
Into something
Much deeper
Than this shallow
Shall we go?