MORE OR LESS?

Recently has got me thinking... Why do I resort to drinking? Is it because I am lonely, Feeling like a one and only? Is it subject to depression Or some personal oppression? Maybe because it is legal? Does it soar me like an eagle For a short time there about Until I come to passing out? Ultimately, it's a choice Spoken in a certain voice That for me turns into habit The more that I decide to grab it. Cans, bottles, shots and schooners Lately downed sooner and sooner. Words that give me some salvation... "Everything in moderation". I will apply them in the end... But until then - cheers, my friend.