Piano treads secret doors,
unlike stubborn antique drawals,
once we open which was closed,
disrupts dust & cobwebs composed.
I don't need a harpoon sinking in
when my heart and liver's a rage
of alcohol and feel good haze
better than a chill with blankets,
Another day of no motivation.
Lost in a time I had sleeping in
and would never leave for 3 days,
the guilt of a burden of sins
not just my own but inflicted rage
My dreams were lesser than nightmares
so I got lost in all the adventures
like the hopping of a delightful hare.....