I feel the same calling
at times.
It's so insidious,
telling me it's okay,
one hit from the bottle
& everything's
going to be alright.

And I fight it
with all
my bones & marrow,
'cause I know
the wagon is really
the only safe place
for people
like you & me.

Tomorrow
is in deed
another day.

So let's worry
about today,
instead of it,
the liquid-poison.