Cold Turkey

A lil piece about my recent sobriety, which I'm actually finding pretty fun

Now I'm a late christmas dinner, a shivering bird, an atoning sinner trying to heal with words, and though I'm only a beginner I still find it absurd that I can feel like a winner while addiction's being curbed, it's easy this time  (three's a charm), but I only learnt when I felt the harm and burnt myself when I went too far, as I tossed all my money straight over the bar, it's a good thing I never got a credit card cause I'd be swimming in debts, and I find swimming pretty hard, given time to reflect I can see I travelled far in my desparate attempt to run away from what we are; weak of mind, we find it hard to leave behind the great charade and let our love express itself without being spoken by the lager, but I'm learning and I'm growing, or is my ego getting larger? It's so hard to tell the difference when I'm used to being plastered all the time, and what a monumental b*****d I have been, despite the suffering I've seen, I never mastered how to play the game if you know what I mean, I'll have a pepsi, drink to that, I'm in my natural habitat and if you try to feed me booze then I'll just think that you're a twat, my mind is made and that is that; the masquerade is fading fast, I love my life, forget the past, and pray my abstinence can last.