Drunk.. in a haze... im home now. But I have met my twin. Hot...but pathetic. So much to give... but needy. Beautiful soul. Yet stifled by "commitment" that doesn't follow a plan. Led to morals. The other doesn't follow. Taken advantage of a greed only a child can get away with.
My twin. But the mirror is broken. I can see just enough to realize its not right. What does it say about me??
I can lead you down a path. It can be good or bad. It can be Odysseus to rocks or the promised land. Sadly I cant change where it will take you. But know that the guilt will be my fate.
Mothers little helpers playing in my mind p rolly from the last tune heard... " Dr. Please 2 more of these... .. what a drag it is getting old..."