The Way of the Warrior

I sit here embossed with their realities that they put on me. I said no to Minneapolis Public Housing. I am choosing to concentrate on sobriety. Last night was a dream that challanged that reality. Slip quick when they all swarm around me. The head of the chain is fairy. All these designations just bely a human with some type of disease cast from the web of evil. I fall back to see a coach completely filled with bedbugs. I light it on fire with my mind's eye. Success seems impossible, but I keep trying. Lessons and learning are the way to be okay. Others want to test me, but I know that I must stay separate to allow myself to believe. There is no one in the vicinity because it is so cruel. I see a key and I know that it is for me. Japanese are scurrying away. No complaints about tardiness to AAA Minneapolis anymore. There is no pious wisdom from that work place. The clock says tick tock and I slip on a rock. At the end of the day, the are all gay.