In a drunken stupor, as I pour into realization
That which exists is a mere reflection,
A reality that will never be mine, a forbidden fruit
A delving into the never ending route
An unconventional addiction, a thought, a reality?
The cholera that exacerbates the eventuality
Why do I indulge this emotion of mine?
To only realize that tis just a shine
As a visitor who admires the view
And moments there are just a few
Into the night I am left with a thought,
For how nice it would be if it could be bought
What I see I cannot have, and what I can have I cannot see
For where is that one thing I look for?
I search into the night, every hour
To only find the shine but not the lure