Sweet
Treis
Elixirs from before pour
But they’re not enough
Strange to find divisive signs align
Reversed this time
Misstep into the spotlight
And bite my tongue
So I toast to ghosts among myself
Hoping they won’t realize
Saying “Here’s to us
The lucky ones!
Here’s to you
And what you’ve become!”
Do I recognize recitals relayed
By someone sharing your name?
Contorted lore of lives before
Stays sweet to the tastе!
And if I did, would my prize be solace
In knowing things arе the same?
Then again I never know
What I want to hear in the first place!
Well here’s to us
The lucky ones!
Here’s to you
And what you’ve become!