A late august day
Not so sharp anymore
Summer's bravado making space for a gentler cut from autumn
The air was different today when I rose
As was I
An energy in myself I had not felt in some years
Then I realized that that energy was in fact myself
Day 9 of sobriety, it's all very new and shiny
Almost seems too easy
But I'm not cocky; that bottle had a fine grip on me for what seemed an eternity I doubt it will give up this easy
Can't let my guard down yet, and that's fair, if I was alcohol I would think I was bluffing too
She's watched me crawl back time after time, why would this time be any different?
And truthfully, I don't know that it will be
But I know today I'll make breakfast have a coffee and go to work
And look forward to an evening getting reacquainted that person
That person I am certain was present all along
He sat idle while the booze bag rambled confidently and sobbed tremendously
So do the dishes, eat supper, have clear thoughts
At least for tonight, in with yourself
Not so sharp anymore
Summer's bravado making space for a gentler cut from autumn
The air was different today when I rose
As was I
An energy in myself I had not felt in some years
Then I realized that that energy was in fact myself
Day 9 of sobriety, it's all very new and shiny
Almost seems too easy
But I'm not cocky; that bottle had a fine grip on me for what seemed an eternity I doubt it will give up this easy
Can't let my guard down yet, and that's fair, if I was alcohol I would think I was bluffing too
She's watched me crawl back time after time, why would this time be any different?
And truthfully, I don't know that it will be
But I know today I'll make breakfast have a coffee and go to work
And look forward to an evening getting reacquainted that person
That person I am certain was present all along
He sat idle while the booze bag rambled confidently and sobbed tremendously
So do the dishes, eat supper, have clear thoughts
At least for tonight, in with yourself
by Mike "Nacho" Allison
