Might 

I want to be sober I want to be high
I want to be grounded and still get to fly
The power will just become might in my hand
The journey to fail is a route I have planned
So deal the pack now ace was high midweek low
A life less on order how was I know
With you on my side found my choices reduced 
Habit is just to what you have been used
You covered my eyes and you clouded the sun
Whatever you seek I know I’m not the one
Discouraged the practice of thinking for self
In bottle marked caution you’re back of the shelf

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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