It started with a spliff at the high school near us,
No particular reason, we just did it because,
We could, it was different, it was a change from the norm,
It was perhaps the excitement? The first toke was drawn.
We then dared to follow, others footsteps well trod,
A cocktail in drug heaven and I thought I saw God.
Or was it the devil on the dance floor at Cream,
We dropped seven within a few hours, a little extreme!
It got to a point where, I could not remember,
The address of a good friend, the month of December.
Paranoia set in, my libido was lost,
My sense of humour vanished, I was counting the cost.
So a decision was made, it was on a Monday night,
Over a pint of the black stuff and the decision was right.
We needed to stop now, cut ties, burn the bridge,
We make this the complete break, divorce this marriage.
It was as easy as that, and surprisingly so,
It was so easy to start, as was to let go.
I feel lucky I do, it’s a struggle for others,
Trapped in a marriage, but not really lovers.
