Living with addictions on a poor man’s wages. Blinded by the bright lights and the magnetic force pulling us in. Promises alcohol provides. When we become sober we provide the reality. The morning after all we see is confusion. One drunken evening compared with the previous. Chained to the life and torture ourselves. With predictable and unavoidable tragedies with high price bills to pay. Not with money? Then with your future. Not good to sell your soul to the evil commands of profane choices. Addictions is our song and dance. In the end we all must pay the piper.
Still see the glamour in a relapse? You are the piper dancing to your own tune.
see ya’ next time
