I walk out of this party in all drunkenness,
My heart inundated with youth’s sunkenness.
I dread what will become of me,
For so reckless I have always been.
It is beautiful, and I’m drunk and high,
The party is hovering in fronta my mind’s eye.
I have an urge to return,
But I do know there’s more to yearn.
For there’s so much more to learn,
And this recklessness I should burn.
By and by I come to thee,
For your sake from the party I flee.
Last word with you will have me revivified,
It’s in your arms hereby, I wish I died.
You are the one I dreamt for so long,
Time has come when I say that song.
I walk and walk with the vision so blurred,
I shouted to them , but no one heard.
I relished the drinks and music there,
But when I left,there wasn’t a sole to care.
Violent winds penetrate this gut of mine,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
This teal-taffeta that I’m dressed up in,
And winds make me faint for so much I sinned.
I swivel to see if I have come too far,
But neither a speck of light, nor a single star.
I feel lost, so lost inside,
Am I reaching you ,or am I short of time?
I’ve hurt my leg, my hands, my soul inside,
And the pain as if I’m firmly tied.
I see a man, from his horse,alight,
And question if he would give me a ride?
That’s when to another side he veered,
I cried out loud but no one appeared.
I freeze and freeze as if it were rigor mortis,
Will any one take me to where his fort is?
I no longer yearn for those tequila and lime,
Am I reaching you or am I short of time?
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