Bloodshot eyes,
and a runny nose.
I stand at a fork
between two roads.
One to pain
almost instant.
But fades away
out in the distance.
The other leads
through a fog of confusion.
It seems like pleasure
but could be an illusion.
Rocky road that I
leave behind me.
One step forward
walking blindly.
Your hand in mine
let's go this way.
We walk into the fog
and love another day.