my blind i

              
           
since first i fell aware            
to share a thought to share affair            
i found myself to be more stable on my feet            
with lessons carried through            
i felt i'd learned a thing or two            
so i failed to plot a course for my defeat            
           
i'd been prowling through the jungles           
calling conquest and flushing game            
in hopes of catching love birds or a dove        
           
though...love, will not be hunted

so i set to drinking    
the largest bottle that life would let me buy            
in the quest to find a shot glass full of love