For quite sometime now,
I’ve had this passion,
to be a victim
of drinking fashion.
More often than not,
I would be drinking,
more out of habit,
rather than thinking.
Sometimes I will yearn
so much for a beer,
but will not partake
to keep my head clear.
And then when I drink,
it’s no longer fun;
As if those old days
are long gone and done.
Don’t get me wrong here,
I still get wasted;
Beer is still one of
the best things tasted.
But with bigger plans
of things I should do,
like writing my books
and worshipping you,
I just do not see,
me being the boy,
whose eyes light up with
the old drunken joy.
Well, not as often,
as it used to be,
when the word drinking
often involved me.
