Time comes after me and scorns me. Gets faster and faster. Feels like walking barefoot on ice. Let's make a toast for our broken youth. Me standing at my place at the tip of the cliff. I drink again. Congratulate me, pour me a glass. Yesterday's separation, more abundant than tomorrow's rendezvous. Now, every day separation. I guess it's human nature. Punishment of living sin. Only the number gets bigger while I'm still here. Now the booze drinks me. Congratulate me, pour me a glass.
Still. Money is the gift, drinks that became an admission ticket. My birthday is an amusement park. Even if the customers show up it's still a vacant plain. A prairie filled with sadness. Currently exploring to reach the top of that mountain called success. The toast of today is another beginning. "Hey, is a birthday that big of a deal?" I earn another day after breaking the wing of dreams. We give each other the glasses. For our ephemerid-like life. Cheers! "Hey, let's die after drinking!" As if already dead, life already so simple becomes uneasy. Please, just for this day, congratulate me.