To escape the mundane entity that classifies society
we board a flight to chaos in our departure from sobriety.
In an attempt to just let go and rid ourselves of our inhibitors,
we become aware that our frustrations are just temporary visitors
whose rambling lips are silenced when the bottle’s in our hand,
and our walk becomes a blissful dance within a field of contraband.
Reality’s monotonous tones morph into rhythms more upbeat
and we only see the sunshine while we walk on clouds below our feet.
Sadness is forgotten, guilt’s rejected and ignored
Intoxication bribes us with mental ease as our reward
Laughing out of context on our harum-scarum ride
while we snub our obligations and toss them to the side.
Some do it to escape, some do it for the thrill
Some do it when they’re broken with an empty heart to fill.
Some seek celebration, and others to relax
We’re simply mice who go on escapades when the cats have turned their backs.
Contrary to critics, we come from innocence and peace
who’ve sauntered to the dark side searching for a sweet release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem