Narcotics Anonymous.

Ideal they may be; reality lies elsewhere.
Now, to stand up and clean my ethical code.
Introduced, by an angel, to a new way of thinking, living.
Alcohol? Meat? Drugs? Cigarettes?
Destruction and gluttony is everywhere.
Cleanliness, vegitarianism and eco-friendly living. Surely this is the
way to exist?

I look around. Too-snug clothes, empty wrappers overflowing from
already full bins, telling photos of the sensual, over-indulgent night
before.
Is this the way to live? Is Truth clouded in this way?
In order to realise, I must clean up. I cannot go on.

The transient moment of the present is clouded in dwelling on the past
and the future; the latter being inherently influenced by the former.
Ideal they may be; reality lies elsewhere.

So, resolutions? For life, not just for Christmas.
To learn to love myself, through respecting others.
To love myself, I must clean up.
"Do as I say, not as I do?"
THIS IS NOT MORALLY CORRECT!
Clean, sterilise, clear out, wash and brush, spring-clean,
investigate.

I must know, learn, understand.
I need to know the Truth.
I have to have the answer...