The other day I was drunk off memories.
I wasn't paying attention to my
future.
So I tripped over my frown, and fell on my pride.
I began to bleed yesterday,
And I saw tomorrow for the first time.
I rolled over, stood up.
And I saw my dream.
It walked up to me.
Stood in my face and saw my soul on my shoulder.
And then slapped me in the face with disappointment.
And as I stumbled over love.
I almost drowned in my tears.
Drunk on memories, and in a haze.
But the one thing I never saw
Was myself.
I guess you have to be sober to see that though.
