With immense conviction, I slowly walk a hundred steps forward
And then turn to run a thousand steps back
Among wilful storms driving thoughts wayward
I try with might to not seek for things I lack
With utmost will, I steadily stand through tempests
Yet the warm old breeze breaks me
Among attempts to enjoy a thousand zests
Your thoughts tempt, but I still try my best to not see
While I walk, you stealthily follow me
I try to run, and you are suddenly in front!
Malicious blizzards wreck all visions I had desired to see
And when they try to wreck you, I bear the brunt!
I break down and give up, but still try once more to learn.
Even after the thousandth failure, I try again to brew.
Among avalanching memories, I freeze, I melt, I rain, I burn.
How do I rehabilitate, when you are what am addicted to?