Whatever happened to the moments
we lived for
the moments we lived from
electrifying lives
currents of passion
high voltage that knew no resistance

what do I have to do?
to feel the surge
to feel the spark
to feel alive again?

Is it in the tomes?
Is it in the songs?
Do the muses hold it in the walls?
Is it inside of me?

Searching for the switch
to send me back to passion
To make me feel charged again
to make me feel in charge again

A man walked into a bar
Sat down and ordered a bottle of whiskey
the bartender said with each and every shot
the task of drinking would get risky

He laughed naturally and turned the bottle on its head
The Amber Brown liquid fell into a shot glass and from there into his head.

At first the whiskey was nice and refreshing
soothing his aches and pains not at all depressing
as he went through each glass he couldn't stop

he realized he was drinking his own life, each day by the drop