I woke to the sounds of the morning The alarm quakes me into day and I hit the ground dancing.
Engaged in routine grasping bits of chores satisfying my mounting list a lil. If I could just have one more hour or a few more hands.
Finding my place in the world I’m not ever free again and it scares the shit out of me.
Again and again I am separated from my art by this heroin epidemic and I don’t dance with this devil. I change diapers and care for so many kids.
Everyone around you suffers the greatest of consequences while you get high.
Our minds, body and soul needs the truth not the addiction fed lies you try and serve with convincing eyes.
Do you believe yourself?