What a time
Wine and dine, dine with wine,
Get drunk for the bliss of the time,
Is it time or is it in my mind?
As the taste cools my tongue I rewind,
Relaxed but not all is fine,
Reminded by the past I simply sigh,
Drenched in misery I ask why,
No answers, I don’t expect a reply,
Like a game I just try,
Did I fail, is my life a lie?
Or did I succeed past the visions in my eyes?
I could be blind because all I see is behind,
Or beforth, still I climb,
To who’s ambitions? It must be mine’s,
Like discoverers I search to find,
Uncovering only a bottle of wine,
I drank till my heart is thine,
Can you feel my pain like chimes,
When the wind blows? Blow me a sign,
In the midst of the snow I seek to hide,
Underneath warm blankets my face seems shy,
The world can’t see me cry,
Alone with only a dog at my side,
My depression seems to subside,
So in my devastation much is abide,
Should I remain faithful or should faith be my suicide?
The answer may lie in this bottle of wine,
Wine and dine, dine with wine,
What type of conclusions will it untwine?
