I drink, I drink for the happy thoughts
For the bad days to be turned into dust
And then I drink again to brush that dust under the rug
Where it hides, hidden from my daily life
Because that’s why we gather and drink
We drink them all away, drowning them in the nectar of Dionysus
Time passes and the dusts disappears
Surely it’s a sin to be sober when half of the world is drowning
But a salute to those who are
For me, it is like fuel to a car
I can’t escape it, the breaks are already defect
To leave it behind is to leave the car
But without it, will it still be me?
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