back to good

when i became what i swore i would never be I found emptiness it devoured my energy the cost of succumbing to temptation the easy road of instant gratification it takes you fom behind or maybe I was willingly blind with bad habits like weeds in the untended garden over and again asking how could this have happened solice seeming unattainable distraction the vice inescapable I know the mantra... its all in my hands belief in visualization hard work perserverence and dedication still we can know the road and be oblivious as to where to begin the crumbling yellow bricks of a journey never taken a life never lived