Politics of Drinking

"Where does it end..."
"But why does it even begin?"
"Let me finish, stupid child"
"Yes sir"

"Where does it end,
That lasting,
Reoccurring,
Announcement of prideless self?

Where does one say,
Let this come to a stop,
And let my sunlight
Wash away?

Where is this book written,
That may show me a truth,
One I haven't known,
One far beyond what could be you?

Where is the end,
To all that begins?
Does it float along in space,
Or does it fill your head?

Where does a past lie,
When no future is brought about,
Does it fade with the ground,
Or is it brought out of drought?

Do you believe what you're told,
Or are you a victim of circumstance?
Do you believe it, when you are told,
This is your last chance?

Do you remember the future,
Like it was just yesterday?
Are you gone with the wind,
Or still stuck in your day?

Do you see the stars,
And force them to see you,
Do you listen to the heat
When it starts to burn you--"

"I don't know, I am only a child in a game.
I am not given the chance.
You'll tell be to break free,
When you're the one, with the key in your hand."