Walking down a street called Recovery Road
Walking Twenty Four Seven with a heavy load
No breaks, no sleep, but the street never ends
He pushes on and on, but the road just extends
He doesn’t want to stop because of how far he came
I should clarify a bit. The road is his brain
Two years ago and every year before
He never walked at all, he never stepped out the door
Now he can walk, he knows where to go
He would tell people yes but now he says No
He can talk now too as he found the voice they stole
He knows the road to take, it’s the advocate role
But like I said before, the road is extending
The journey up ahead has his inner thoughts trembling
But he doesn’t care as the world needs change
So his self care preaching he tries to rearrange
Applying it to everyone in the world that isn’t him
But his patience for the pressure has shrunk and wore thin
So he shouts at the foggy destination with all his might
Cussing, middle fingers up, with all bark but no bite
Next thing you know another road appears
It’s called The Past, and out walks Demons and Fears
He refuses to detour but D and F grab him
Restrain him, kidnap him and guess what happens
They threaten him with something far worse than death
Everything he worked for they will put to rest
But then he wakes up from the horrible nightmare
And is back at the road he was walking down this past year
But his tank is on empty and can’t move a muscle
So he just stays put and flat out knocks the hustle
Days and days he’s still, his mind is in the charger
Ironically the fog clears slightly and the journey’s less farther
When he starts to walk again and his battery’s back to full
The street doesn’t stretch , it just gently pulls