Oh, yes, I am an alcoholic. Anonymous? Maybe!
I always drink life for my breakfast
and I eat bread of smiles and butter of youth.
I depend on warmth although I'm not crazy 'bout the sun
I love summer, but I'd swimm anytime in oceans of snow
I don't like nightmares, but I can be one of yours
I can make the difference between ordinary and special
My coffee is strong as the hardest word that can be said
My mornings have that taste of a sweet and sour November
The thoughts are weirdly deep as a trap that captures everything
I'm not great and I've always tried not to fool myself
My hope is always somewhere hidden under quicksand
And I've never stopped the child inside from laughing.
