I land on my knees
While you do as you please
Laughing with friends
About how friendship never ends
And I feel the squeeze

Some fires burn
From others we learn
Leaving ash and soot
To be stamped underfoot
Shhh; my soul shouldn’t yearn

Ships go sailing
High seas and winds wailing
There’s trouble abroad
I’m a drunk sod
I don’t get why I’m failing

I’m grateful for the feast
That still feeds the beast
Be it real or imagined
I’m victim to my passion
I care not in the least

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