Sometimes when I get a random surge of creativity, I write short impressionist poems/stories. Here’s the third one:
Can you be drunk on inspiration? Drunk on ideas, fresh vibes and elation? Drunk like a child on first snow day.
Can you be drunk on caring? Drunk on love, desire and sharing? Drunk like a boy after first kiss.
Can you be drunk on ambition? Drunk on power, success and recognition? Drunk like a man after first sale.
Can you be drunk on grief? Drunk on loss, madness and unbelief? Drunk like a husband who’s wife died first.
You can be drunk from life or a jar, so should we ever be driving a car?
P.S.: Remember that you can also buy my Impressions ebook with more such poems and thoughts HERE.
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