A Glass of Wine

Raise ti's only a glass of wine
Drink to the corpse of your wallowing youth
Every child must bear the crimes of it's time
For it is only deemed fit for us all to mime
The living and the dead alike

Drink to the courage you muster for a morrow you shall sow
The conjugal responsibilities you belie
The self you must tie
In the broken mire of your collapsing body and soul
For no man has ever foretold,
The secrets of a young heart so bold

Drink to the life you owe.
A syndrome of heartache you coax
Day in, day out
Come hither, kiss me slow.
Pace the pavements of holy landscapes
In myths and fibs you were told as a warrior
Not so long ago.

Oh little one!
How we drink and drink some more for the solace we wish to score
Lovers and demons, begin to resemble one and the other
Long before we know, the short-sightedness of our heart's core

Happiness

Godliness

Goodness

Holiness

Ah! Drink to the utopia you and I yearn to partake
On this lowly pilgrims quest
Lest you decide to forsake me in the shadows of my distress
Fuss, I shall
But none the less
I will soothe my soul and parade the aisle in my wedding dress
For I have already begun to see
El Dorado in the silhouette of my maiden’s nest

Alas! I will drink, for ti's only wine.