I will drink this life sober. I will be high on hopes and drunk on poems.
All randezvous with hurdles will be swallowed with angst.
All through winter, I will be addicted on the miscellaneous thoughts of existence.
Use substance of fiction to climb the ladder towards the moon.
Self medicate with dopamine and suck the joy out of life.
Not alcoholic but a little melancholic.
Not a junkie but funky all through summer.
I will do it all sober, but with a little help from nicotine.
Yours even as I fear to be