Ashes to ashes

There’s no denying that’s a pretty face.

There’s no excuse still for being late.

The corner store’s got a sale on

greeting cards that sell half price love.

There’s truth in breathing at an even pace.

There’s beauty bending to bear the weight.

So either way you feel overwhelmed

exchanging coffee for whiskey now.

I’ve got a big bad wolf of a habit

full of hot air and over dramatics

Got a house built solely of glass when

I huff and puff well nothing happens

I gave her cashmere for Christmas once.

She gave me friendship when I had none.

There’s proof in putting a sweater on

the back of someone you’re giving up.

I’ve got a big bad wolf of a habit

full of disdain for love when I have it

Got a house built solely of glass and

no stones left to throw just ashes ashes

Ashes to ashes to ashes to ashes

to ashes to ashes to ashes

to ashes to ashes

to ashes to

ashes to

ashes.

the difference

There is a fine line

between

kicking the habit

and kicking yourself

but don’t kick yourself,

kick the habit.

And if you can’t

then kick this can.

Kick it as far as you wish

but understand

that a can is just a can

and a habit is just a habit

but you, yourself, and I

are much stronger

than all that, and well

it’s so strange how

we are so much more

than we care to admit.

Ugh it makes me sick.

But there’s a fine line and

it all just depends

on who’s who

and what you choose

to live for.

The habit?

or

Yourself?

What’s important though

is to recognize

the difference in both.