Addicted to a flow

A plungers last push down to the last drip.

Replaced with words flowed from a pens tip.

Past goes past now I'm on a new trip.

                 The stories I've lived fuel these tails I write.

                  Some insight.

                               What its like to fly and make it back from the other side.

To leave behind these trips led sharp

flowing through the body of a tube.

     Remeasure how I'm viewed

and add some pleasantry to my prelude.

I'm an addict with a purpose derived addiction.

           These stories I've returned with

            and how they read when written.

I've seen the boogie man and lived his side.

           A writing hand now his stead

writes me a path that never again rides that ride.

That shows over the dope has drained.

             A new show takes over

             as I write away the pain.

The high path runs low

until dopes end brings dopes go.

              Opposite the drugs

               In my story yet untold.

 Through the ink i use

my story I now control.