Four days sober now
But I have a growing suspicion
That I will fall off the wagon soon.
So now all I can do
Is count down the days, the hours,
Until I fall down to lust all over again.
I even heard a rumor
That there was a bet going among those
Who think I won’t make it much longer.
I try to defy the odds
Because I do not want to be made a fool
And I cannot stumble at Addiction’s feet.
Undoubtedly this toxin
Will continue to consume my thoughts
Until another craving overpowers me.