Treat It As Such

Treat It As Such

From the initial sit down to the intake to the discharge when you hit town, let us treat the coming days as a gift now,
 
Gather singles in our Goodwill jeans, gather change in our new hand me downs, at least we know we’re not hard pressed to spend it,
 
Tell pops have a great day, tell my sister go get’em, tell my Mom I love her, now when they send love back through the airwaves, at least they’re not full of stress when they send it,
 
There’s student loans, cellular phones, food stamp apps, child support, debt collections, job search, God thank you for allowing me to care about this now,
 
When bad days come, we’re quick to blame, screw the process, the people, this halfway, these meetings, but truth of the matter is I wouldn’t of made it without this town,
 
If I play it solo or act self-made, I’m the same guy from intake with his rib cage protruding through a crusty shirt, I’m doomed,
 
In St. Cloud they said he’s a flower, seed was planted, still dry-mouthed I followed men that live liquid lives, they pour their hearts to me, I’ve bloomed, 
 
Teacher, teacher, all the men and women in this realm are teachers, daily lessons meant for mind filing and practical application,
 
From the spiritual gurus we all adore, to the delusional young man self-conflicted at war, we love’m for his hard exterior and story telling full of exaggeration,
 
Teacher, teacher, fancy that my sisters in recovery are also teachers, daily lessons meant for observation and areas noted as a man that I must grow in,
 
From the female staples of our community, to the young woman obsessive with revealing selfies, we love’r for her relentless effort to use the rooms as a runway to do a show in,
 
My dreams of Wallstreet, my fantasies of hardwood classics, my visions of four-car garages and giant pillars to complement my mansion’s decor, that’s a lot to go for,
 
Focus shifted, the whirlwind caused in my Mother’s house, the cash pick-pocketed from the ex, the friends alienated, the nights I kept family up, that’s a lot to grow for,
 
A misguided teenager, misled young adult, miseducation of the mysterious college student who chose to hold court with some of the hardest men,
 
When that scared manchild was taught how to be of service, how to reach his hand out, that he had a voice, then fruits and vegetables began to grow around him and he didn’t even harvest them,
 
They counted me out, they figured I was as good as dead, they started to scribble up a eulogy, time to acknowledge what got me out of the grips now,
 
 I have a responsibility, I hope you’ll join me, I have faith that I can help pull my fellow man out of the Hell he’s in, life’s simply a gift now

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