As I open my eyes, the world seems round,

As the shades come on, the world goes up and down,

I realize that I am not in the state I should be,

because it is totally out of order,

the rivers, the moutains, the sky,

everything seems to revolve,

out of the necessity to undertake an activity,

I shake my head,

with fury, as if to say God! Don’t do this,

But still, no use.

Am I turing blind, or am I viewing a cosmic dream,

Am I going into doldrums,

or am I totally flumoxed?

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I realize the concept of liquor,

the concept of alcohol flowing through me,

But wait, I didn’t take alcohol? 

The feeling of revolution creates an idea,

the path to get things clear in the head,

the path to draw conclusions,

Why do I exist?

What is my motive?

The feel and the pain do not disturb me here,

I am in total peace.

My calibre is more than what I think,

suddenly I am larger than life,

Oh, What a feeling!