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To be or to be drunk

A glass of vodka opens a bottle of emotions
The overflowing senses dribble down
a stair of consciousness
As I awake in the midst of nothing
I tried to grab hold of the truth
And as fire dives into a lake of unkown depth
Truth distilled, never to be caught again
To be or to be drunk
I tried to be both
To be or to be drunk
I sipped from the glass of truth
To be or to be drunk
I saw myself in the reflection of the lake
To be or to be drunk
What I found left you undefined
To be or to be drunk
I slipped back into my mind
To be or to be drunk

Too scared of drowning
I choose to be