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

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