ever lasting?

A dim misted road stands before me.
Waiting for me to step into its trap and never resurface again.
Every step will be a risk that I have to take...

There it leads me, through this long and winding road,
Taking every single step with me with, a grip around my waist,
Pulling me up from potheads that I fall blindly into...


What am I to do if that grip was not there?



Never will I want to return to that dark corner again...



For now, the grip is still strong and I am holding on..
Every minute




Every single moment....