Pack of smokes
Can of beer
Both in my left hand
As I walk
Through the bar

Not caring where
I’m going or
Where I’ve been
Just trying to forget

Find some peace
From the voices
Inside my head
Rotting away
At what little dignity
I have left

Now
Twenty years later
I find myself
With an ipod
And pink water bottle
Both in my left hand
As I walk along
A track inside a gym

Amazed to have found
Such strength
Locked inside of me
And a yearning
To undo all the damage
I did to myself
All those years ago

Shaking my head
I laugh at the irony