Sobriety
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Just me & a lost sense of pride, yet I will
not hide. Rather post this to my friends &
try to make amends. I thought it was so
clear at one time, yet I fall back into my
pathetic ways of rhyme. the memories
surface; I greet them with a hug. Way too
sober, when I should be drinking alcohol
in a mug. I thought I was a man, not a
child. I thought innocence would at one
point be reconciled. The imagination of a
boy, nothing more. Another 40 years of
being a loser, & nothing more. I'm sure
you like the sound of that; too bad it’s
not true. It’s a lie & I will burn in hell as
said by you. Maybe I'll write another
stupid book. Maybe I'll give a glare as I
look. This offering in sacrifice, while
Einstein said God doesn't play dice. Not
knowing what that means, rather a
purpose to be seen.
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