Wrestled with my conscience
tried to
keep it real
Simple curse of a
reckless life
my schemes
turn the wheel
Hit the bar
drained the glass
didn't count the cost
Blind believers
Self promoters
Nothing really lost
Self deceivers
Faith healers
preaching at my door
Rehab hunters
Habit flaunters
always wanting more
Star shaggers
Backstabbers
Sycophant or friend?
Winners, takers
Spinners, fakers-
too late to make
amends?
In my Court of
Hopeless Cases
I shall hold the key
Circus-master of
my own fear
I choose now
To be free.
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