drunken swirl of yesterday,

swinging on moistened lip,

grabbing on to days long tale,

loosening that stiff old grip.

needing to hold on so tight,

its all that keeps me ’round,

to days and nights of toiling supposed to,

and needs that keep me bound.

fly me out of moons dulled misery,

and sunshines harshest days,

and show me now, lifes sweet toils,

and loves elastic rays.