The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I Still Need the Fear

Fear brings me near
To those things
You cannot explain.
Why need an 
explanation
anyway?
Explanations
only complicate.
Just give me some
dollar bills,
and I'll turn some
water into wine.
Not the same old
cheap thrills.
Such a shame,
you crossed the line.
So blind.
Riding the pine of life
like Barney Fife.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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