Monday, March 14, 2011


with every last ounce of liquid lapped up
there's a feeling of content
memories concealed, the future forgotten
say yes to everything

for a day you are freed
the burden of thought can sure weigh heavy
glad you checked that overactive mind at the door
don't regret anything

run home drunk in the clandestine darkness
don't feel used up and lost
today you say yes to everything
tomorrow you'll remember the ones you loved