Lain upon the floor
With Spirits in hand
Joy on the faces who drink
The magical Elixir
That loosens locked tongues
Releasing our hidden emotions.
As a witness of such events
Man and Woman alike are bound
By the bottle and cup.
Tongues flared to new tastes
Hands danced upon games.
But like a flip of a coin
Hearts can break
Terror of future lingers
Upon the recovering body
Wistful flowers slump and cry
Wailful songs as they
Are consumed by the Night lit sky
Starting their day anew
For the next ticket
Back to the joyful ride
That lifts the soul
Into brain oblivion.
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