We would do most anything to quell desperation

To feel like more than an aberration

To achieve more than adaptation

But our laser tight focus can lead us askew



Would you take meds from a loved one's drawer?

Cause suffering to someone you say you adore?

Turn into someone you would abhor?

Changing from the person you once knew?

Would you use heroin you got off the street?

Would you lie, or would you cheat?

Dig in deeper to a life of deceit?

Justifying that relief was long overdue?