mumbling through a foggy dream
sleep walking on a balance beam
haunted by many past indiscretions
practicing the giving of false impressions
never satisfied with the life I lived
envious of those who have so much to give
of material things I was jealous
resentful or those whose lives were zealous
found some steps to show me the way
a path that lead me out of the gray
lead by an unlikely band of kindred spirit
positive souls with spunk and merit
who knew that life could begin again
a reason to live, new purposes to attain
a disease that can be put into remission
a Higher Power’s will brought to fruition
ever mindful of the built in forgetter
off to a meeting to help me get better
always thankful for that fateful God incident
knowing that it was not a simple coincident
being positive, being the person my God wants me to be
a soul lucky enough to be happy, joyous and free