Bottle - Floater

Start my day and hit my head with th edoor

Grab hold of the chair and pull myself from the floor

Still isn’t clear what that was for

I’ve recognized strong feelings in here

Fruit ripe for the picking and thoughts of fear

Sometimes it gets to easy to assume that isn’t clear

Tell me 'bout those good old days

Older ones and better ways

Ways I cannot change today

Tell me why.

I’ll tell you why

Bit by the dog can pull you back in the game

Each new problem drives you further from sane

Topics take root in all the things that cause my pain

Another day and not a bad start at all

Less weight on the shoulders can make you feel tall

This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call

Tell me why