He's got a problem, but everyone's dancing on eggshells
Wanting to speak up, but not incur his verbal wrath...
he's got promise and talent...or talent at making promises
"This is the one right here...you're it!"
But they never are...
He drops them and moves on to the next like connecting flights,
or a child with a room full of toys who discovers a new one
and each time, the toy has to be bigger and better...
...in order to keep his euphoric interest, otherwise...
on to the next that can fill the void he has
In trying to find the next best thing...
Lately, he's been trying groups...
adding what he thinks will work...
Yes! This is the one right here...you all are the hit!
...until later on.
People who care about his rep have finally spoken up...
To inform him of the damage he creates with this torrid practice...
"you're playing with lives here, what you do affects others...
it's far more far-reaching than affecting the ones you drop,
faster and faster as if the very label they're on is hot..."
It's to the point where it seems he has a disease...
if he can't pick them up, get hope and drop them, he's hurt
the shakes, out of place...what is one to do?
It's how he starts days & ends them...all with constant flow.
But if he doesn't stop, there will eventually be fatal consequences...
those that were dropped will come back to kill him...true enough.
So now he sees what must be done...and he tries to drop his last one.
The bottle's in the garbage, now starts the Detox.
Monday, May 4, 2009
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people are the most dangerous drugs created...Our damage to others is only surpassed by the damage we do to within
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