Clean

Dark were my days when I hunkered down in my bunker behind the shades Dim are my memories in my racing mind to where happiness slowly fades Dull were my senses in my apartment cocoon were I scrounged for something to eat Dank was the air as I seldom washed the stench and I couldn’t find socks for my feet Fun were the days when I roamed free and I easily opened my door Free was the feeling I felt in my heart and I was seldom called a bore Fast were the times and the days were packed with adventures at every turn Full was my experience of life back then before the crash and burn Grinning the fool from an alley-bought ride my body felt my own wrath Grim though it was to awake to a stranger’s face I eagerly sought that path Great were the highs and deep were the lows as my life was one of extremes Gladly I took chances I’d have no part of today I was reckless with my life it now seems Pain was a constant companion of mine in the days of wine and song Pleasure is what I imagined I received but I was conned all along Plenty were the signs I sent to myself in the hope I could regain my sanity Proof that they worked is the fact that today I have the chance to be the real me