“SOBER”

Taking the sip of illusion in a crowded chasm,

Drifted in the blue, A Stranger…

Holding onto the glass of ecstasy,

He joined me in the midst of a monologue.

He said, “The glass I am holding is Life,

The spirit filled with moments.”

“Like the spirit some are mean, some divine,

But for sure, they will give you the low and high,

Taking you all along.

Drowning sometimes, at times lifting up,

Never let the glass slip out from your hand.

Never let the spirit filled in Break You.”

“Many glasses may share a cheers,

But some will leave the cheers in your heart,

Cherish them, cause at times that will save you from breaking...”

Reflecting the thoughts deep inside,

Reflecting an insight into the future,

The stranger vanished quietly in the Blue…