CBD

Clarity clears
The fogged up lens
Wipes the grey cloud
Clouding my judgement

Too early to predict
If it will stay around
But I'm an optimist
Even though
It hasn't worked out
In the past
Plastered, with the rest
Of unfulfilled sets
Of goals to control
The consequences
Of the face of reality
That barges in
When the debt is not paid
But onward and outward
Like Whitman said

What else to do
What else to be
To keep the mind sane
And the spirit free.