Relapse

Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt A thoughtless mind in lasting drought Dried up thoughts = washed up habits Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits Peaking like a vicious storm crashing ashore Spreading like a wind-blown poisonous spore Quick to arrive and leave like molasses An IV drip through jade-colored glasses Finally absent with absconded talent An effort must be made which is gallant Habitual company was a psychological ally Fool’s gold with cratering lows and smile so wry Laborious efforts chased away idiosyncrasies Stillness in idle dimensions begins to squeeze Echoes turn to laughter then escalate to shouting Distinctive accents with tunnel vision spouting Usher the consigliere back to increase productivity Compulsive companion whispering notes of creativity Sweet surreal thoughts return to illuminate possibilities Cautiously withdraw avoiding cloak and dagger hostilities