Strange October

Fighting with addict mentality.

Don't see the world in black and white
But neither a technicolored light
The drugs that changed my perception
Gave me nothing but deception

The colors, the beauty, and song
Were really there all along
But that's what we learn sober
So I sit confused in this strange October

A call to do and to say
I live life "just for today"
How so, when tomorrow will come
Should I ignore it and just play dumb?
What is tomorrow but another today?
Am I not supposed to think this way?

I know we're not supposed to perfectly adhere
But we're also not supposed to live in fear

Torn across the gray-blue skies
When I fill myself with yesterday's lies
Am I living in time or space?
Can I decide from my place?

What exactly do I need?
Not the selfish thoughts I feed;
My addicts lust, anger, and greed
But how shall I truley be freed?