Sober At the Speakeasy Part 1

"Table for one sir?..." Here I am A little bit older A little bit wiser I've been tested Pushed to the limit to the brink of insanity where I dip my “I” when I think (my mind thinks even more when I sleep never letting a plausible concept deteriorate in the sink) But whether I was high or low or it was fast-times or slow-times In the Lord is where my faith is forever vested And that’s where it will forever reside in my mind. Yes I've been blessed since I was a little kid Patience forever tried Whether it’s outside or inside the classroom I embrace mental stimulation While trying to minimize any of my many frustrations I try to cleanse myself of crap thereby avoiding constipation… But man oh man people make it hard. I don’t use that as an excuse Rather factual resuscitation What strikes me off guard is my true heart’s abuse Or my thoughts or words misinterpretation. Lord knows I hate that and for it I have no use. Personal passions are personified in every word I ever scorn I birth it as I deem fit, there’s no need for it to ever be reborn. Clarifications a plenty, the meaning of it all I keep it in me No chains and no restrictions I let my mind speak freely. "Yes please." "Right this way sir..."