Saving Troubled Souls

Saving Troubled Souls
Saving troubled souls and wounded spirits
Hoping to rehabilitate, cohabitate and take flight once again

Those with sanity need not read on
Medicated, intoxicated, but not yet graduated
Study this

My pockets full of gold
but it’s all a game
I’ll lie about my wealth
Tell you I’m in good health

But soon enough you’ll come to know
That pocket full of gold
It’s just A memory
Of another lie once told

A ring of circumstance
Once was golden
That now seems unclear
A hinderance now molded

But what the hell
Go ahead take a shot
The guns half-cocked
But I am not

Stone cold sober
But far from sane
Can’t believe I’m
Seeking Troubled Souls again

A chance encounter
A passing glance is met
Time to wager everything
Then hedge the bet
Go for broke then take it back
Same old story
Sometimes wish life gave more slack

Because once you go
There’s no turning back