Falling Down Is Easy

I stumbled last night and today After a year and 8 months It started with Chinese cooking wine It began with the night's emptiness Wine becomes bad days alone Beer is weak but fills a belly Brake all those good days tonight It isn’t as romantic as I thought I wanted a proper drink Giving in to temptation awake Not like Adam and his apple The serpent would say finish Knowledge’s power beckoning Land of beer and honey I wanted to swim in my sorrow I wanted to throw in the dry towel Anything but watching Netflix A sanctioned addiction overplayed A sleep so pure yet sanctimonious To clink a drink with my sorrows I wanted a lifeline for today I remember the year without you Seeking company in the release But, that’s an old fantasy revisited A neuronal spark with no fire I still have 4 bottles left I drink in the false morning Like in the grand old days Stay dry at least till decency arrives Tempted again by iteration's hopes Does it matter if I’m wet or dry? I should have picked up wine instead There's more punch in its tannins Be grateful there’s alcohol in the fridge Yet, whether the day remains dry or not The hours with a drink transpire Wet minds dry slowly as evaporation If only to be dry as a puddle's remains Weather the transition scientifically Rather than take wetness personally Hop back onto the sobering wagon Destination health and wellness