A Drunken Dream
by alesha
My spirit soars so high above the sky, above the leek and boring.
To change the tides to keep the sleek from snoring.
The winds will blow, the clouds will puff, and you know I, will call your bluff.
The moon will shine, like white wine, and entrance you with it's poison.
So hold real still, and keep real quiet, and maybe someday, people will buy it.
Hope they do, with all your might, for if they don't, you just may, get swept away, and lost forever, in a sea of denial.