My loss of balance
I blame on evolution
I look around and see smoke
in the air from
pollution
and
my best friend's cigarette
I see different eyes
how they evolved into unique shapes
and how both people
still need to console themselves
with their man made vices
when i'm sober
I can only think of
the strong imprint
of the smell of whiskey
and the plans for its return
so I go find my old hide away
from the days sobriety didn't concern me
and see it surrounded by thorns
and feel it grown into the hillside
As I scrape my ankles
and sacrifice myself to these tiny threats
I wonder if this old clubhouse
represents what happened to me
Am I cruel for the same reason the forest grows thorns?
Though beautiful on the inside, we both want to keep the world out.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
My loss of balance
I blame on evolution
I look around and see smoke
in the air from
pollution
and
my best friend's cigarette
I see different eyes
how they evolved into unique shapes
and how both people
still need to console themselves
with their man made vices
when i'm sober
I can only think of
the strong imprint
of the smell of whiskey
and the plans for its return
so I go find my old hide away
from the days sobriety didn't concern me
and see it surrounded by thorns
and feel it grown into the hillside
As I scrape my ankles
and sacrifice myself to these tiny threats
I wonder if this old clubhouse
represents what happened to me
Am I cruel for the same reason the forest grows thorns?
Though beautiful on the inside, we both want to keep the world out.