And another one, and another one,
Until it becomes a part of you
That can hardly be pulled up,
Until it becomes a pool
That can hardly be swum through.
Just one more, and another,
That's how addiction is built,
Until it becomes a thorn in the flesh,
A scale on the skin, that cannot
Be separated from a being.
And another one, and another one,
That's how a habit is formed,
A life, shaped and a lifestyle, influenced.
Until it becomes a part of you,
That can hardly be pulled up.
What do you crave more for?
Why do you crave for more?
From whom do you crave more from?
What is the more you're craving for?
A more to make you or to mar you?
If you have that one more,
Will you still be yourself?
Will you still live your life as it ought to?
Will the more make you better?
Or worsen you?
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.