Whisking through the whiskey
my senses begin to fail
losing one ability at a time
all I want is to lose them all
but I guess that's the day in age problem
everyone is unwilling to sense
I'm just trying to deal
by tapping into understanding
losing it all, because no one else is willing to try
my friends it's difficult to find the time
boozing and loosing; where can we bond
it's so hard now, when no one else wants to be young
struggling and staggering: I can't join
whisking is not my thing, clear and conscience
enjoy clarity, that's what I bring you.