I was cold as ice Never took any advice I paid the price It's happened so many times
My cup was full I could not receive Unable to retain What was poured in.
A sweet angel whispered "Let go the past Drain the still and stale brew So that nature fills you again."
I believed and began the journey Of rediscovering myself amongst the myriad hues Listening, watching, feeling and loving again I am not going to be elegantly wasted anymore.
