Ode To a Drunk

Christmas is what it should be, not for a drunk and all for glee. The time he spends on dreaming things... he has no wings. A drink, a smoke, and so it goes, a life unending, as he throws it all away... He dreams that maybe, someday, he'll be different. He lives a life to suffer, still, and so he lives to dream... until it's over! Such delusion, he believes, that he can balance to receive, a pardon from the Master's hand, a never ending journey, and a life! A life that no one understands, he needs to fit so he can band together, still, without a care, there's no one there! He dreams about another past, escapes the drama, makes it last... just for another day. If only he could play another part! A life he should be living to belong within the race, He has no place... he doesn't fit! So, just a drink to end the pain, let's have one more so he can gain a reprieve from about his past... that it may last... just for another day!