Sobriety, I Knew Her

I had a friend from childhood,
Sobriety was her name.
She had some tame interests,
Ones that entertained but usually
Failed to satisfy.
I know Sobriety was not meant to be
A lifetime friend because
I am aware, as I was long ago, of the
Culture around me,
But lately I have heard her name
Spoken in ways that hurt me.
Legal substances convince most that
She is insufficient when it comes to
Behaving in primal, inconscious, fun ways,
And so people follow
Alcohol and Pills and their Master--the one who determines their allowance of power,
government--
Thoughtlessly and obediently,
Just as the law was meant to be followed.
I have also heard praise
For the ground within the vicinity of Sobriety;
People have taken pride in their proximity to
Conscious Neutrality, boasting their
Empty-....sorry, clear-mindedness.
#(Excuse me, but how could you possibly call yourself one of sharp wit or superior intellect when the blade that is your mind has sat sheathed its entire life? I ask you, oh righteous golden-pisser, how is it that you, one who merely jogs on flat and barren ground, have a higher stamina than one who chooses to climb to the canopy of their perceptions, dive deep into their own mysteries, and wade through jungles of their own imaginations?)#
I don't agree with bragging of Sobriety,
But I can respect her.
Some of my greatest stories involve
Her and I, children alone,
Playing with one another and the twigs.
But there are more friends than Sobriety.
She is one with endless loyalty,
No doubt.
True Adventure, nonetheless,
The one that leads you
Around your globe of Life and
Allows you to reach a new home,
Only has room for one of you.
So who should decide
The geography of your experiences?
You?
Or Sobriety?
Choose whoever, however you wish,
But please,
Choose for yourself.