From A Vice To A Muse

A cigarette, a breath-in,

just waiting for the night to begin.

His mind already racing, needs the nicotine to kick in.

A vice and he knows it,

a way to escape the sorrow pit,

just waiting for a small sense of happiness to commit.

A vehicle to out-run the demons,

a crutch to lean on.

The devil just around the corner?

but he hopes that he’s wrong.

And He’s wrong. It was all about to change,

one more puff in and it was a whole different game.

His life just flipped in an instant,

suddenly a rush of joy he hadn’t felt since an infant.

And all it took? Just one look,

from a girl across the bar, and he was rewriting his ‘book’.

Those dark green eyes were enough to get the man hooked.

From a vice to a muse,

It relit his fuse,

and he kicked the bad habit and went from his ones to his twos.