I used to be a drugie
And get my head to spin
My mind all a buzzing
My face a constant grin
I used to be a drugie
And my imagination the universe
My questions with no answers
I began to curse
I used to be a drugie
And my answers would come to me
But being drugged to the questions
I could no longer see
That I used to be a drugie
Only because I could see
That their answers to their questions
Where trying to blind me
1988
journey360, about 1 month ago
Ooohhh…that was sooo good. You did a great job of laying out the mental steps of both
a drugie and an alcoholic. Your writing is delicious. I am enthralled and inspired by it…I’m just in luv. lol…
“My questions with no answers…my answers would come to me…
But being drugged to the questions I could no longer see
That I used to be a drugie
Only because I could see
That their answers to their questions
Where trying to blind me”
Wow! Love it.
Gregory John O... in reply to journey360’s comment, about 1 month ago
Thanks Journey360. Appreciated. Didn’t expect that sort of response. Thanks