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...