I swear that I'll change but cannot agree
for I bicker and protest and fall on my face
seek the good but instead to pitfalls I race
disgruntled and hopeless, for help is my plea.
Desperate, entangled, without sanity
from obsession and craving I constantly flee
pursuing serenity somewhere, any place.
Would that I could but I can't control me.
Is there not hope, could I ever be free?
I'll do anything! You ask, I'll agree.
Where do I go? What's the time, where's the place?
I've not earned any hope, must depend just on grace.
But there's hope in twelve steps for recovery!
Would that I could, but I can't control me.
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