The View You Choose
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
chained up in a round cage with tar that sticks.
And I can't see any stars in the sky at night,
nor does the sunrise to provide daylight.
It would be nice to see just a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
since there's nothing bright for my eyes
from the skies where hope lies.
Yep, hope lies, Pinocchio in disguise with no nose,
nothing on show to let you know if the deceit flows
from mouths where noses would grow.
So you turn to alcohol and slowly increase your dose,
until you doze and awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
to make yourself steady,
you get out the glass, the coke and the voddy
and drown yourself down into the "junkie" category.
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
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