Through the bottom

Here's a little piece I came up with a while back, How can one know what freedom is? What does it meant to be alive? While seeing the world: through the bottom of a whiskey glass. You've become "undone" and hurt the ones that give you life. It's time to let go, time to grow up" let that ignorance fade, "Let that bottle dry up" Most of my friends, as imperfect as they were,never had the chance.But still they dreamed of better things to come.The needle , the rock,the pills,The COPS! All symptoms" of demise in an unforgiving Jaunt.' I will remember,the sides of character I have been "blessed"to know. Of the brothers,and the sisters, who will never make the show...