When misery controls my cognitions,
The bottle calls my name from every direction.

Trying to lure me in at my weakest moment,
Alcohol attempts to draw me back to addiction.

The cravings are strong when I am vulnerable,
But I fought too hard to give up on a long war.

Surrendering sobriety if I get drunk,
Forfeiting the happiness I achieved over the years.

Continuing to deny the false promises of the drink,
So a bright present and future could evolve.

Always trying to break living down to a science,
Attempting to offer easiness to complexity.

Striving for an easier route to convenience,
So a difficult world can more practicable.

Unplanned events will block simplicity,
Causing disturbances of complications.

Life always throws an unexpected curve ball,
Different from that typical fastball.

We can plan ahead for a simplified approach,
But continually be ready for that nasty pitch.

My fantasy isn’t a hyped up ambition,
One where I am scoring the winning touchdown.

The visions that I possess are normal aspirations,
To be considered average is a craving I desire.

Hungry for that typical American Dream,
When abnormalities was always the theme.

Battling for a normal life that consists of joy,
Not fighting for that big house or fancy car.

After all the struggles and despair I encountered,
Normal would be enough to satisfy my appetite.

Misery is obstructing the road to bliss,
Blocking joy from reaching its destination.

Hardships cause despair that weakens strength,
As anguish leads to feelings of hopelessness.

We think we are powerless against agony,
Considering defeat by throwing in the towel.

Usually, desperation finds a way out of torment,
Fighting for survival with a determined sword.

Battling life’s imperfections with dedication,
Because we tend to realize that life is too precious.

The fortunate can harshly judge misery,
Viewing it as voluntary disease,
Not a misfortunate situation.

Surviving in this world is a difficult task,
Fighting the barriers of imperfections,
Especially when born into disadvantageous ways.

Complications produce many roadblocks,
As challenges obstruct the path to success,
Causing problems which spark complexity.

The privileged can look down on the suffering,
Claiming that everyone is responsible for one’s fate,
Yet anguish can ignite by uncontrolled external factors.

People are always fighting for survival,
No matter what social status we hold,
As life is always an eternal struggle.

When we follow the route to money,
A dangerous destination is at the end.

Believing that there is glory ahead,
Yet a miserable place is waiting.

Greed mixed with anguish is the location,
Bringing on depression instead of bliss.

If we pursue the true feelings of the soul,
We will arrive at the path to happiness.

Coins don’t possess the joy that virtue provides,
It’s the priceless things in life that offers thrills.

Search your heart for the real meaning of living,
Not gold, which can bring on more problems.

Misery was always in the plot,
Telling a tale consisting of hardships.

Determination created a fast path to glory,
As the end result led to new experiences.

Feelings of joy produced intense emotions,
With the mind learning how to adapt to bliss.

Life is moving at lightning speed with thrills,
Instead of dragging out in a pit of despair.

As my cognitions are adjusting to change,
I will always fight to keep contentment alive.