No More Scotch In The Mist – Day 19, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Rain.
It’ll flood the scene regardless of pace.
Whether it’s cats and dogs or a scotch mist,
If it doesn’t stop in a matter of time,
You will drown and be embalmed in,
The minds of others by fluids only harvested when one is teary-eyed,
And,
Never will the thought be a drop-dead image for,
Anyone seeking a sight for sore eyes when,
They’re in need of memories full of sunshine…

But,
Regrettably,
While some choose to sprinkle joy in another’s life,
Others sprinkle down 40s of Budweiser begging God for 20/20 hindsight.
Cutting their vitality in half for an altered state of mind,
Instead of praying to the One in charge of our colorful skies…

Why?
Why throw your chance away at a beautiful horizon,
Over blues that’ll fade,
The higher you aim,
For a starry space,
Rather than stone washing yourself with highs,
In spite of how rocky your road will become?
Just,
Don’t do it…

Truth is,
It is all worth losing.
The smoke,
The booze,
And,
The lie of losing yourself in a useless vice convincing you to choose to,
Get rid of a smile that will always look better on you…