To speak your truth
or hold your tongue,
tomorrow's sun
rises with burden,
but the moon
Always holds it's glow.

Where has it gone?
The song I sang
To clear the rain
And start anew.

It was right here
At the start of the year
Clasped to my hands
Like a tight grip
That wouldn't let go,
But it did.
Until next year.

The power of You,
Breathes through Me,
Uplifting and Riveting.

I fell into a table again.  At least
that's what I assumed as I shook
off the confusion of whether or
not I was still drunk, I was.
  Putting together several
forgotten hours of your life is
never a fun or easy task.
Retracing steps with brief
glimpses at the drunken state of
self that can only be laughed or
shrugged off.  The first step to
any good hangover is to catch
your bearings.  Who, what,
when, and where slowly come
back as you find out the
quickest way to put water into
your body.

  You might be thinking by now
"never again".