Sober is the Doubt

The time is ticking

The days of pasts over

The future is sobered

Still blurry to see

The demon weakens at sight of the clearing

The warmth is endearing

From boundaries to break free

Great as this light is, sometimes it changes

I falter the lines, wondering what it is

It's too much to handle, these emotions on siege

Pain diminishing only in fading dreams

This time is ticking

And the days may be over

But memory sobered is still mine

These drunken boundaries will sway me no more

Try as you might you'll sway me no more