Drunk

Am I drunk?

Of this fallen tree

I am sitting

On the trunk

In sagacious

Thought of yours

In search of answers

I am sunk

Who can pull me?

Into the future

From the puddles

Of my past

And the blunders

Of my now

Can you wash away?

My skin of mud

If not, I will dry away

And fall with a "thud"

If not, this sinner rain

Will soak me and

In pieces, I will flow

Into that old drain

To never return

Again!