I'm a little buzzed
A little loose
I'm seeing too big
And writing too odd
But I need a little
Want a little more
Freedom
Of thought
I like the way
Lightness and misery
Intermingle, interweave
Makes me wish I could stay
Running in my mind
Not running out of time
I don't need to be tipsy
I don't need to be odd
But I'm finding
A sip of *****
Is easier than being
A fraud