addiction.
the road to that point of life is untrodden,
it is miry, dirty, and unreachable,
the mind is rotten as it keeps doing it,
over and over,
till when my impetuous soul gets to be its own controller,
I'm glad...
it is miry, dirty, and unreachable,
the mind is rotten as it keeps doing it,
over and over,
till when my impetuous soul gets to be its own controller,
I'm glad...