It's Time

The first of many old songs and/or poems written throughout my life that I am finally beginning to archive.
This was a song I wrote just a few months before going to treatment for the first time in June of 2009:

I don’t sleep much at all, it seems
this time of year

I don’t speak much these days, ya' know
well, I’ve got my reasons

'least I don’t drink like I did in the past
so I’ll call it even

but these days, they're gonna haunt me
‘til I find something more to believe in

you know, we call it love 
when we make somebody happy

and we call it out 
just to make our silly-selves sane

‘cause we are all guilty 
of forgetting our own advice

but we hand it out just the same

though once in a while 
we know what we should do

and while doin’s never easy
it's better than thinkin’ you really ought to

still I’m not certain 
that I'll ever really pull through

but I’ll do my best 
and I guess that’s always been true