I got straight…new feeling…new life.
New home…new clothes…new me.
…New relationships with family and friends…
One day I saw an old friend from my visit to hell.
“Hey old buddy”
…we were always tight.
“Can I lend a hand?”
…A good old cup of coffee and a meal, that’s the ticket.
Both of us old school, talked about the old days.
Talked about old habits… I started feeling that same old shit.
Sorry bro this old junkie’s got to go.
My new life is calling to me with a new and louder voice.
That man is drowning and you can’t swim.
I will always love you man but I no longer desire self destruction. I left that place not even glancing over my shoulder.
If I can’t save him then I can’t watch him die.
How do I avoid seeing a drowning man?
Stay the hell away from the water.
Alan David Ross