2385 - Drinking thinking

I'm back home after a typical night
Out, out-drinking my fellow-drinker, so
There's not much to say, there's not much to slight
It's tricky to think, difficult to show
Stuff when things are different and you don't know
How to say what's next, or what that might be
All you can do is listen to the flow
Of music and determine oh, slowly
Your spiritual destination, realise that we
Somehow over decades come to realise
That what we reap we somehow come to sow
And what we sow we reap though so slowly
I don't know what we sow or reap, we might
Reap or sow something, but what do we sow?

Fri 13 Sep