Often I wonder,
what I would learn,
if I lived a day as your shadow.
Stricken am I,
far to often for comfort,
by a question simple and plain ~
What is it like to be normal,
to live a life without addiction,
pulling at strings in your brain?
from fantastical abstraction,
forming a dreamscape distraction,
laden with the addictive attraction,
of recurring transation ~
between a creature of habit,
and his inner demon.