Friday, June 7, 2013

Chance And The Bottle

There is something to be said for deciding
With clear intent, despite the known potential
Ill effects on health, one's will overriding
Worry, to break-out of a dull day's funk,
Grabbing the bottle of premium Bourbon
And drinking, in big gulps, to get drunk...

So the night melts away into a dream,
And what impends on the morrow,
Is surely not as fearful as it may seem,
The unpredictable and unknown
Possibilities, fate's roll-of-the-dice,
Will apply, despite the seeds you've sown...

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