The Morning After

With birds he shares his view
he flies high and low 
in this soft brew
he drowns my love
They drink the last drink 
smoke the last high
but there is no lack of think
no rivers run dry
At length when the haze goes away
and some find themselves in tears
others run another happy day
Another fake smile to wear
In this din and commotion
the heart stops at noisy tracks
But it’s not heart or emotion
it is only beauty that this lost soul lacks
When the morning dawns
the jokes on the one that flew the highest
for reality is not beautiful
when you fall down the hardest!