I think I may never understand, what is at the heart of a man. I think I may never understand, what motivates the desire of a woman.
Austerity, truth, purity, and grace.
Those are the words that call to me as I rise from my bed. But what calls to you? To all of those who answer the siren call of alcohol. I will never fully understand. To pick it up, I can easily put it down again. But to Others, they cannot loosen their grip. They cannot set it back down. The liquid gold, that pours down their throats and into their bellies, is absorbed by their blood streams, and is taken in by their brains. They become someone that they have promised themselves to never be again. I’ll never drink again. I’ll only have one. I won’t get drunk. But then by morning they cannot even remember all of the drinks that they have drank and the things that they have done and the words that they have whispered and the words that they have shouted and the places that they have been.
The people that they have hurt.
Is this a poem? Is this an ode? I will never know. I can never know what I do not know and this is one of those that is not for me. But it is all around me. Always has been and apparently always will be.
I fear that one day someone else’s drinking will kill me.
Is there a lesson to learn. Or is this just simply humans being human and life being life. And everybody taking it one day at a time.
Hold my beer, I have more to say.
