The Wine Version of My Drunken Enemy

I was falling, falling---- falling asleep I fell deep, so deep a deep mirage of sleep I gazed deep into the mirage into a tiny crystal ball where circling there were the remnants of a dream I saw my friend my best friend, I remember - - He said, I’ll be with you until the end of times. And there were times and there were times. When he lured me to the lion’s den And there were times and more times when he saved me from the lion’s den. I guess he is my friend and my enemy. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. HE places blame when he points a finger at others for the scars in his life and on his face for the taste of blood in his mouth. He obfuscates and negates his mistakes. He inflates others with blame. For shame!!!! he is my friend, so why must I hide that he shames me again and again. He forgets me, besets me, upsets me. He sets me in perplexing places. He lets me make mistakes that father time never erases. I clean up his many messes. He chased me with a sword He tried to choke me with a cord. In my dream I cried I scream --- I scream Lord kill my enemy From heaven God began to shoot. Boom he shot him in the leg Boom he shot him in the arm Boom he shot him in the gut Boom he shot him in the head My enemy is dead and I appear at Heaven’s gate. I think as I wait – what is wrong? uh oh - - I was my enemy all along.