When I take a break from my idyllic life, trading up to paradise, I balk at thoughts of returning to the simply marvelous day to day I have worked so hard to attain. Self accusation floods under the door, but I whimilate it with fact. My reluctance to turn my back on a good thing is an asset which many days keeps me sober. I greedily seize every improvement and hold on for dear life. If reflections of the past even held a glimmer for me I might worry; I turn from all but the highest good. I don’t regret the past but I shall never return to it.
Glance at the path you feel lead to
Why do people ask if someone is really sober?
They’re checking for winners, I guess responded my sponsor
But what does that mean?
Well, when the clouds roll in
And the next thing you know it’s really raining
You can clearly discern the difference between that and just a shower
The commitment of water saturates the atmosphere
And rain is the undeniable certainty
That is what people are looking for
And they ask to discover if the person even comprehends the concept
What do they do if the person is really sober?
Stand next to them
And soak it all in.