Addiction hijacks mind and volition.
Then I got to choose.
Kicking is a catch-22
- where I'm supposed to seek sobriety,
which only a non-addict would desire
- where I’m supposed to defend against invasion,
while the enemy is inside, interfering with the task
by taking away my confidence and resolve to go on with it.
I can slip into some listless vagueness
- where my perception is blurred and I forget to look for the way out.
Must remember to hold on to the compass they gave me,
even if I can’t see it while lost in the fog.
Meeting some people who have gone before.
They say it can be done…
Then I got to choose.
Kicking is a catch-22
- where I'm supposed to seek sobriety,
which only a non-addict would desire
- where I’m supposed to defend against invasion,
while the enemy is inside, interfering with the task
by taking away my confidence and resolve to go on with it.
I can slip into some listless vagueness
- where my perception is blurred and I forget to look for the way out.
Must remember to hold on to the compass they gave me,
even if I can’t see it while lost in the fog.
Meeting some people who have gone before.
They say it can be done…