Standing at a crossroads

not knowing which way to turn

one could be salvation

one crash and burn

No control over his life

drugs and alcohol addicted

all his vices self-inflicted

pleasing anyone who’d buy him a drink

not much lower could he sink

Rehab or an early grave

a decision he could no longer stave

to his addictions a slave

Something had to give

if he wanted to live

he was the only one that

could make the choice

he’d take nobody’s advice

he thought just one more

nobody’s keeping score

he died in a doorway

with a smile on his face

just one hit brought him to another place

Standing at a crossroads

he took the wrong turn