The fly flew from the ointment and landed in my drink Its lifeless body floated there gave me time to think Did I really want the comfort those bubbles would provide? Liquid gold within my veins Euphoric rush to downward slide In a memory my mind hides: The chasing of a high that can be reached no more Racing blindly to oblivion my body hits the floor No one bats an eyelid It’s hailed as one great night Smashed to pieces once again assumptions all's alright But tonight… The fly has flown the ointment and landed in my drink I couldn’t save its life but it gave me pause to think Did I really want the bubbles that bring me so much pain Wrap me up in layers of numb then slam me down again Or do I want to go home leave that nectar far behind Discover who I am feel the hurts I tried to hide Heal wounds before they fester learn to be here and let go The fly flew from the ointment showed me now’s the time to grow
I went to the pub with my other half on Friday and ordered a glass of prosecco, but after a couple of sips I wasn’t really enjoying it. I got chatting to a lovely lady who was making friends with our dog and went to pick up my drink, only to discover it had become the graveyard for multiple small flies! I’ve no idea where they came from (indoors in the middle of winter) and there weren’t any in my husband’s drink, but it was the perfect reason to go home and have a cup of tea. Much more my speed these days.
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