Waking Up And Starting Over

A short poetic history lesson or trip through time let your own perception decide.

Once i was open brazen and bold drugs and women did damage untold.
Try them one time chasing divine some say it's sublime.
Broken hearted when love departed wish i hadnt started.
Drugs did me in inside my head i still hear the din.
Do i or dont i will i or wont i do i even know the reason why.
Clean but for what am i losing the plot i did it for what.
Four years on the worsts almost gone i know i belong.
Moving on and moving up getting the feelin i'm still a wee pup.
Directions unclear but theres not any fear i know i'm so near.
Waking up and starting over i just planted my four leaf clover.


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Inspiration for poetry can come from absolutely anywhere or from any past or anticipated life experience desire ambition love lust hate doubt even negative feelings and emotions are responsible for outburts of creativity in the meekest of personalities