In a weak moment he may take your dislike of his high-stepping friends as one of those insanely trivial excuses to drink. (Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 120)
Heck if I know,
and that's the truth.
It's not the big things
that throw me off,
not the boulders
seemingly blocking
super highways
but pebbles on
footpaths. It's not
high-stepping friends
nor social occasions
where etiquette requires,
not even tragedies...
Nope. It's plowing through
faux pas, forgetting
appointments, unshared
joy. It's not the excuse
but the weak moment,
the head not prepared
for dumb stray thoughts.
and that's the truth.
It's not the big things
that throw me off,
not the boulders
seemingly blocking
super highways
but pebbles on
footpaths. It's not
high-stepping friends
nor social occasions
where etiquette requires,
not even tragedies...
Nope. It's plowing through
faux pas, forgetting
appointments, unshared
joy. It's not the excuse
but the weak moment,
the head not prepared
for dumb stray thoughts.
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