quenching her wanderlust, She strayed drunk with despair, and filled with hopelessness she met a futile THOUGHT and relished his company he was not right but she did not mind She brought him along and raised him as her own His branches grew strong and his roots ran deep He corrupted her thinking I can forget it, I can erase it, It is just a though, she thought He grew big, he grew strong He grew wicked, he grew wild I can hide it, I can break it It is just a habit, she thought He grew persistent and captivated her mind Woe to her, her life is in ruins now he's turned into an addiction