Drowning

The seventeenth shot I blissfully held,
That dreary night when my breath was dying,
In the distance I heard the children screaming,
The birds crying, the great scholars sighing!
The world was coming to its expected end,
Or so proclaimed the men who loved to proclaim,
But into my chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them in an instant all the same!

I swayed as I walked to the old portrait,
Of the colorful old man with a long white beard,
He came to life in an electric sparkle,
His wisdom and humility I sincerely revered.
He told me that night, that sorrow was prying,
Outside my doors, waiting to come in,
Pain was on, his journey right now,
His task, my fragmented heart to win!
I walked to my desk sorrowful and pained,
And poured myself a great sumptuous drink,
And into the chalice I put all these worries,
And drowned them hastily, in a wink!

Then came a fabulous pretty young girl,
Who told me a tale of all that was good!
In intent I listened to her charming voice,
In surprise and disbelief there I stood.
Could it be true, the tale that she told?
For it came not of my human perception,
The woman was a liar! I pled her to flee,
But instead I made love to her in a warm reception!
The night was aging, my thirst was growing,
I poured myself, a large wondrous drink,
And into the chalice I put all new worries,
And drowned them fiercely, in a blink!

I am a dreamer, in this dangerous world,
But I am hurt for here dreams have no place!
They are rejected and sinfully dejected,
In this world which treats all dreamers crazed!
The sun pried close beneath the horizon,
As I poured myself, a new hopeful drink,
And into the chalice I put all worries,
And drowned them happily, there’s no more to think!

Screamjack