Moon and Sixpence

Aiming for the moon

coin under foot

up only from here is where I hope to be.

My hands tied behind my back

chain bound

two steps back for my half one forward.

Try to cherish those sights for my poor eyes

shame for my poor soul

good things slip my mind.

So at the bar I'll consolidate

Use a bottle as my trumpet and blast these thoughts into scribbled lines.

Liver traded to heal my wretched mind

sunrise signal to start from scratch.

A hope for new

but this happens every-time

It was just a temporary fix

because today I'm pulled down again.

*Title pulled from novel 'Moon and Sixpence' by William Somerset Maugham