Monthly Archives: February 2015
It’s ten thirty-three
and I’m sitting in the seat
of my nice red car
not drinking, not the bar.
I wish it was easier
than keeping it calmer,
the more advice I get – I give
The more I search for the will to live.
Grasping at straws trying to help
Sometimes I’m just angry and I yell.
Taking it easier and living it slow
changes my face as I move forward, grow old.
It’s not my age that makes a difference
It’s not the pain, it’s the helplessness.
I’ve got to give all I got to you,
to your sister and brother and your daddy too.
Flipping it, shaking it, sleeping it off.
I wish I could drink till my head spins off.
But, I am just spiraling now, out of control,
so I need to stay occupied, keeping my whole.
Don’t fret, don’t threat,
Don’t live and let die.
Be happy, not cross,
Don’t live and hide.
This life is a blessing
and you’ve got so much to give.
Learn to create and
to spread love and live.