Premeditated Thinking

the man sat outside a lit bar one night feeling small, his worth steadily shrinking knew he didn't, shouldn't want to, despite a growing desire to lose himself drinking the angst, on his face was easily read as "just one quick one, then home" entered instead of "I really need a meeting instead" "to get back on track, get my life centered" the wagon he was falling out of, an '86 Ford clicked as the engine got colder before him the old realities came back, and were ignored he too, grew colder, outlook dark and grim but grace can land between the parking lines to reflect sober road with a truth unblinking and show life's higher powers have higher designs to save an alcoholic from premeditated thinking © Goode Guy 2011-12-01