I'm starting to think the crutch isn't worth
the walk. And if I straighten up, dry out
and step gingerly, I could probably do
as well as I ever could.
Or at least I could talk
the talk more steadily.
And steady on now is how
I want to go. I'm not saying
I have a problem with it, I'm not
saying call the match, I quit -
but alcohol right now
I do not need your glow.
I want to see steady and clear
how things are.
In a light of day not colored by blur
no matter how pretty I feel
where the filters come in,
and the soft smudged
memories
were.
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