Life is a curse somedays,
Others its the most wonderful thing ever,
Where do you stand?
Can you see straight?
Put the bottle down, I can see the fog rolling in already.
Is that any way to live?
You once saw problems in a simple light.
They were just across the bridge, all you had to do was walk across and shake hands.
Now the fog is so thick you can't see you own hand in from of you.
Grow up already.
The booze only works for so long. Then what are you going to do?
That fog sticks around and screws you over for way too long to be worth it.
How to you expect to solve those problems if you can't see where the hole in the bridge is?

Taking you chances won't cut it. You'll stumble. You'll fall.
Gimmie the bottle.
Now stand up.
Brush yourself off.
Look over there.
The fog is there. What are you going to do?
The bridge has a hole or two somewhere.
Looks like there are problems before you can get to the problems.
So I guess you could argue that you can never win.
Imagine how good you will feel when you solve the next one.
Thats one more bridge. One less problem. One less bottle. One improved way of life.

That voice in your head fades away and you look accross your room at the mirror.
Its your reflection. Your life.

So whats it going be?

© Steven Brown