Shooting Stars

Written while escaping the addiction of heroin. 2014

I had a friend, we lost a few. 
The end begins in blue balloons. 
Along the wind we lost the truth, 
But years they pass, wish I knew. 
It's never last, but was for you.....

Push in to darkness.....

And there were times, they lessened days. 
We settled down to drift away. 
But I don't mind, it's not okay. 
Becoming blind, yet still I pay. 
I wandered out to hear you say....

Did you know this happens?