Bottle the problem,
enclose it away
Turn to the bottle, it has the answer
You have to get to the bottom of it
Lock you up
There’s a screw not turning
In a man so focused on fixing
Those around him
Coming down hard
Like the shard of glass
That he probably used that time,
They all do that don’t they?
It’s expected and weirdly accepted
Swept away, like the glass I lose to the floor every time I work in the bar.
We let things go on too far
before we do what we can
We clear it away.
It’s gone, everything is perfect again.
Until the next time.
This inevitable unknown that’s just around the corner,
Comes once you are on the wrong road.
Don’t leave the paths you know,
Don’t branch out and try to live.
Stay set stay put,
It’s the only way.
You may be a misery,
But at least it’s not clinical
Not this time.
I wonder when the next corner will come?
Out of nowhere and send the vehicle overturning, spinning out of control.
The road is never known