Inebriated Lives

Thin wisps of curiosity

Sprouting from the whitest lies,

Entangled them within a web

Of stories that came riding

On the wings of the eight winds.

They went with the flow

Albeit, high in delirium.

And their morals went along with them

Stranding their integrity behind

With the remnants of wishful identities.

Gasping for air

When old pains resurfaced,

They were reminded of

The numbing effects of ecstasy.

But it was too late,

To even wake up

And say

Maybe it was only a dream,

That it never really happened.