Addiction

Checking and rechecking until the next fix

Trying to find other things to do that may replace the cravings

Devouring everything that crosses my path

It’s not what I’m seeking and what I need

Hungry for more and eager to see

Will it surface this hour or the next

Or will I have to continue to wait unknown how long

Not sure how to proceed

So instead I turn into the dealer consuming my own supply

This is what happens when that writer’s pen runs dry

The verses are so good you just can’t get enough

Line after line, it’s never too much

Until it stops and then you don’t know what to do

This is why it’s best to connect with the writer in you