When finally I was beaten by obsession
with death so near I felt the undertow
skewered on the spike of my addiction
and losing grip, I finally let go
but giving up I only lost the demon
and soaring up to heights I never dreamed
to scale in this life, still, not heaven
or hell, but me, still here, alive it seemed
so I am ready now to lose the rest
the attitudes, hostilities, and fear
it is not I who chooses what is best
I always hold the worst things the most dear
I cannot tell you where to go from here
my job’s to row, don’t ask me how to steer