Spent 10 years living in doubt and fear
addicted to one or another
finally feeling free as water out the gutter
making small ponds into bigger rivers, bigger desires
mother didn’t raise no sucker
father gave us style, so smiling smooth as butter
the old years cannot be recovered

so basically starting over
rediscovering what is left, all together
my brother won’t see eye to eye
so he says ‘leave’ before I can say goodbye
at least inside I can say I tried

True friends understand to the core
even when changing your behavior
those that can’t feel your vibe anymore
may not be what your stride is looking for
therefore, parting ways is heavy hearts and long days

Clarity, from out the cloudy haze is a maze thing
it takes directions to make progression a well spring

everyday is a count down to anything and everything
sober weeks looks for years to speak with wings
moreover
new skills, few techniques can raise weak will
as high as the peaks that now are despised as a disguise
for the lows compose the other side we would deny unjustified

realizing how to recognize and standardize our special eyes
especially when trying specialize in staying wise to the lies
Recovery is how we optimize in otherwise