Cross Roads In A Glass Jar

 
At a cross roads in life
two paths, well maybe three
appear to be my choices.
 
I could go backwards
I look back to the
times when warm was ok,
each day was exactly that ok
 
nothing more nothing less
than the safety of my glass  
jar slowly pickling my days away,
there is no fun in apathy
it gets boring real fast.
 
The path of reckless abandon,
now I have always been one
for a little self medicating
you have to try every
way to consume those narcotics.
 
Right now I have control of this medicated ride.
 
Thus bringing me to straight and narrow roads,
seeking help and talking those problems out.