I know you’ve been there, haven’t you?
Slid the slide of degradation,
Strolled along in agitation,
Bold and without hesitation
On your way to Purgatory.
Eyes that slide back in your brow
Until no sunlight filters in.
Brushing up against the guardrails
On your way to self-destruction.
No advice. No listening.
I’ve been there.
Oh, my Lord! Yes.
Sauntered down that lonesome road,
Spent my time with snake and toad,
Life unraveling, eroding
Right before my doubtful eyes.
Now I’m back, right on course,
Life rekindled with a force
I know will never leave me
As I learn to chase the prize.
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