Via a syringe, I accept the dream
new décor for my low self esteem
I will catch the dragon, his wings flapping fast
the ground he travels, I recognise as my past
As the liquid travels each blue vein
I feel the removal of childhood pain
One memory I was happy to see melt
was the awful sting of my fathers belt
If drugs were an answer and really that clever
they would extend their duration and last forever
Alas reality is my waking meal
random atoms for my senses to feel
The rush of acceptance means I always want more
I run the flanks of Hampden Park with intentions to score
Again the needle stabs my arm
invites a wave of Glaswegian calm
I know the brown, colours my brain
not once but again and again
Understand as I administer my fix
one way or another we are all addicts
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