Today,
I was oh-so-close
To looking for the overdose
Once again,
I looked back on it all
The harsh word I said to a child
I felt the Edge pulling me again
Teetering, tottering, grasping for a handhold
And you’d have been there to save me
If I hadn’t thrown you away...
Another one of my mistakes
But I’m stronger than I was last time
Although I still don’t have much to live for
The hope for a brighter tomorrow
The chance to prove that I’m worth it
And I can’t bear the thought of hearing no more music
And I still believe in magic
and love
At least, I want to
I wonder, am I a genius, or am I retarded?
Am I good or evil?
Is there a difference?
One thing I know for sure is that I need some balance
Or I need to live farther from the Edge
Note on original manuscript: Jimi Hendrix was 2 months and 9 days short of his 28th birthday when he died, from “inhalation of vomit due to barbituate intoxication”. I am, today, that exact same age. I’ve already passed Janis’ and Jim Morrison’s ages of death, very recently.