Sober or game over

Trapped in an open cage of my own making

It has no bars, no lock or key

I’m a prisoner of my own escaping

Always running from reality.

My biggest fear is to feel

My biggest feat is to hide

Just can’t handle what is real

Always trying to break outside.

Never could get out of my own skin

No matter how hard I tried,

Wish this was all a dream

Maybe it’ll be better once I’ve died.

Perfect example of the crazy thinking

No rational reason to desire game over

there’s a lot to look forward

Starting with all the gifts from being sober.

It’s up to me to decide

To focus on the “bad” or the “blessings”

I choose to enjoy the ride

and make the most of new beginnings.