I loved vodka
Nothing else could sate my soul
That paint stripper quality of a Kirov
The mellow mood that came with Smirnoff
My thirst could never have its fill
We’d chase it with lines
That grew less and less fine
As the hunger increased
And all of our money went into the belly of the beast
A change came about, most unexpectedly
When lack of sleep became the priority
Its funny how basic instinct
Can make a conscience step aside and think, ponder, wonder…
Is this all there is?
The glaring truth is….
NO there’s so much more.
I began to see the colours of the world in bold
My love for the written word has begun to take hold
The sun is starting to shine again
Once more I’m becoming whole