Music For The Sober – Day 242, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Everything else is better than sex,
Drugs,
Alcohol,
Whatever gets you high for that matter.
Back when they were all I thought about,
My reality had shattered.
Anytime I looked into a mirror,
I was cracked further away from repair,
Every second I stared into a man I believed wasn’t there,
Any longer…

Anytime I hear glasses cling,
As a sober man nowadays,
It’s music to my ears knowing I escaped such a disastrous reality.
It’s all giggles and grins for the moment.
It’s all giggles and grins for the moment.
Until you run back home to your pillow,
Secretly seeking atonement.
And,
Never do I feel bad,
Anymore,
Knowing it’s hopeless!
Telling anyone lost in the ‘sauce’.
It’s not until they’re barbequed by their decision to stay lost,
Where they find out how beautiful it is to make pots,
Of gold from each memory of when they were stuck in the weeds…

Being free!
Feels so good is what I always say.
In tune with all emotions we will feel at some point in our day.
Poised for the kind of success,
You can’t find in poison,
Or,
A ”J”,
Or,
That moment where you get laid.
Control over thoughts,
Rather than shooting shots to the point you are dazed…

And,
Confused.
Sort of,
Like you during that time we tried to date.
All you wanted was a climax I denied,
After falling into a glass that would break,
Lacerating every bit of bad judgment realizing what was at stake.
Food for thought!
Anytime you wonder why I had to scrape you off of my plate.
Life without a mistress was A1 and came with a better taste…

My current state of mind may be broken in pieces.
But,
I’ve always like solving puzzles while putting back together pictures I believed would,
Be abandoned forever,
Involuntarily.
Dreams lost in a sea of despair labeled “fun” on a bottle tearing,
Each soul apart while swimming in their heresy.
Dreams lost in a train of smoke,
Leading to a morbid destination that was scaring me.
Dreams lost in a bed I wouldn’t make,
Unless I had someonr tossing sheets around until I was buried deep!
Inside of worries I had to account for.
Clear-headed.
Steering away from a coffin I was spear-heading into…