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Jan 2013
I lost sight
Of all that was important.
Everything got cloudy.
Everything had a brown tint to it.
At first it was fun and games.
A way to loosen the crowd.
Everyone was doin’ it.
Before I knew it
I was no longer looking into the bottle.
I was in the bottle looking out.
Trapped in that cloudy little world.
Every time I tried to reach for help
My arms hit the glass.
Trapped in that cloudy little world.
Every time I tried to see was going on around me
I couldn’t look past the glass.
Before I knew it
You were gone.
And so was my future.
So was our future.
I spent years in that bottle
Waiting for you to come back.
Waiting for the opportunity
To get back everything I had.
My girl.
My life.
My life.
I realize you’re gone
And never coming back.
Just like the ones who’ve come
And gone since you.
But I can still have my life.
My future.
It’s mine.
I finally broke the bottle.
Broke the habit.
Broke the curse.
That delicious poison no longer holds me.
I’m no longer its hostage.
No more its slave.
This is my life.
And the clouds have lifted.
Cloudy no more.
The clouds have lifted.
The sun is shining on me.
Written by
Rodney Adams
422
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