A distilled spirit
Poured inside a glass,
Deceiving is it
Like a striking lass.
He gulps his dry throat
Cajoled with desire,
A path paved and fought
Once upon so dire.
But he should decide
Which path he should take,
It's a one day ride
With what life to make.
- June 16,2006
* It refers to a sober alcoholic yet it could apply to all form of restraint addictions.
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