The Man With The Blue Book

When I fell off of my stool
All around regarded me as a drunken fool
Face pressed against the cold floor
I cried out the last reminisce of my human roar
Climbing back to the bar
Oh, how it seemed to be so very far
Using all the strength I had to muster
 I spilled my drink in the midst of the cluster
As eyes of the bar fell upon me with scorn
I knew that I was nothing but a deep and annoying thorn
With laughter that engulfed me from all around
 I again tumbled hopeless and wretchedly to the ground
Finding my face in the place where my feet once stood
I felt a pain that surely no one else ever could
The room was so dark and existed in such vain
Not a shred of sunlight could penetrate that blackened window pane
A poisonous smog ruled the dimly lit air
Bottles of death lined the shelves, seemingly without care
As I lay there in demoralizing defeat
 I suddenly feel a gentle hand that is raising me to my feet
Though I can barely see through my eyes of blurry sand
 I see a beautiful man with a Blue Book in his hand
Before me, he stands, brimming with confidence and contentment
  I see, that unlike the others, he bares me no resentment
He is very humble, yet holds himself up proud
 For he knows exactly what it is that is holding me down
Looking in my eyes, this Man sees no wrong
For not so long ago, it was he himself that was so far gone
 I have nothing left in the world at all  
So, why did you pick me up from my latest fall
I too, had nothing left in the world either
I felt as useful as the deadliest of fevers
I had once had my head buried in the sand
But I too was found by a Man with the Blue Book in his hand
In that book is a way to be free of it
An answer does exist    
Would you like to come and see it
Why did this Man not abhor  
Because he knew the pain of that cold bar room floor
Seeing nothing but the smile on his face
 I begged him to take me out of this terrible place
We passed out the door and into the light
 Finally escaping the darkness of endless night
Where we were going, I did not care
It would certainly be better than anyplace that I was aware
I then heard a song being played by a live band
And I realized that it was my heart, thanking the Man with the Blue Book in his hand