Tell Me How To Fix My Drug

So tell me how to fix
my drug.
Tell me to take walks
in the sunlit muse
of evergreens
and myrtle trees,
and I’ll walk.
But first I need
the drug
to get out the door.
No sunlight
can push me there.

So tell me how to fix
my drug.
Tell me to eat
nothing but grass and leaves.
Stuff fish onto my platter-
nevermind the cost
the taste
the time,
and while I’m working hard
I’ll need that pill
to get to money and back.

So tell me how to fix
my drug.
Change my way of thinking,
tell me the magic words,
give orders, direction,
that doesn’t involve
a mode of motion,
motivation,
because that is normal
and I am not
without the curse
of that pill.

So tell me.
I will listen.
Because no one wants it
more than me.