So there are words out there
Professed by lips that do not kiss
Given, in trust, to those who sleep but do not dream
Slurred on purpose with perfection of thought
Emphasizing the wrong letters
Altering the fabric of the words
But the warmth they bring remains the same
Will we remain the same?
Or will we perish?
Will we demolish slowly and inevitably
Or will we drink ourselves to death?
Like a compulsive alcoholic,
Or are we just that horse at the water hole?
The one you could lead to the water
But could not make him drink
What if you could, what if I drank
Would you drink with me?
Will you drink with me?
Lest we change.
But the warmth remains the same
