These days I'm trusting in my higher self
Instead of getting higher than a kite

I've been dusting odes off the old bookshelf
Imagining they'll lead me to the light
Trusting I won't over-extend myself
That I'm not turning blue or greyish white

I'm trying my darndest to stay grounded
I'm doing my best to avoid mistrust
I'm not acting square and or well-rounded
Not wasting the filling to eat the crust

I'm turning hills into dirt un-mounded
I'm bathing in starlight instead of dust
I'm releasing notions long impounded
But my fingers are still stained red, with rust

I tried to forget, just like my kin did
But I can not so I just re-adjust
I'm out seeking methods not yet founded
I am out doing everything I must

#sober #addictionrecovery #rhyme
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