When I was young
so much younger than today. My independence
seemed to vanish
into the haze.

           A friend offers a flask…
oh conformity
How do you become so far reaching?

Well beyond the walls
of the western world.

Help me
    get my feet back on the ground.

Morality
sacrificed as the flask empties…
feeling nothing
unity.
The rigid and demanding world falls away.
               Oppression
                      suddenly feels distant.

Leaving behind a familiar feeling
empathy.
But now these days are gone and I’m not so self-assured.
            Won’t you
                  please
                         please
                                 help me.