You sat criss cross
on the floor, naked
at the foot
of a coffee tabel
I thought I could
have loved you
But you could only
love the blow

here i am bored and lost
trying to change but at no cost
no matter what i did
i return to old
drinking away
being so bold.
my attitude changes
but unknown why
now i think
where do i lie (spelling off)
my thoughts are scattered
i scrounge for change
just one beer i say
as i count away
three dollars not enough
seven gives me the excuse
"need my pool tabel"
five on pool two on *****
whats wrong with me?
what happens next?
what if my depression hits?
help is near but out of reach
what is next?
help me
i am calling
help me
i am asking
help me
help me
help

Back to the drawling board,
Snap, ideas, smack you down again,
Pen in hand..
Paper on tabel..
As fingers move
The magic manoves,
The writters back alive again,
Finnish the story, make it thrive again,
Of stories that need to be revived or
Tall tales of people finding what drives them..

What they were missing..
Was the creator that started them..