Alcohol

By: Harrison Chang

Can't walk in a straight line,

having a clumsy mind.

Liquid whisper of the night,

whispering in my veins with might.

Forget everything,

willing to do anything.

In the tapestry of life,

it isn't worth a try.

Revealing all the secrets I’m keeping,

makes everyone start sleeping.

As the moon rises,

cold air comes along.

It makes us feel warm,

gives us laughter.

We tell our truths,

get to know others better.

Makes us closer,

draws us together.

Chases away how we suffer