Drunk, but not enough
Tipsy, but not high
Mind on the runway, flight is delayed
Feet are tired, conscience is rest-less
Radio plays arbit tunes, perfectly tuned in
Rhythm of the soul, searches her frequency
Memories soaked in sepia tone, present a colourful patchwork
Smell of smoke, taste of which is familiar
Blue carpet, bear golden footprints
Trace of feelings, touch is lost
Voiceless verses, under stone graves
Drifting away, on dead waves
Lesson was good, thanks anyway!
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7 comments:
vodka anyone? hope u havent drifted too far away! :)
Beer it is! Drifted far too away in that well brewed bubble...:)
land below seems hazy and surreal
Another pitcher anyone?
oh cmon.. in the end we all are dead men (women too) :P.. dust we are and dust we shalt meet :S (blame the crappy statements on my pain-in-the-ass boss) :P
i'll still stick to vodka.. not a huge fan of beer myself :)
the journey between dust we are and will be is what needs to be lived to the fullest...:)
Beer! is for me! yumm
my boss is missing...what a day!!!:)
am comin over 2 ur office then.. till then one more shot goes in! burp! how u doin'? oops sorry :P
uh am I late guys? :D
@ virus: never too late boss.. join in :)
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