The frenzy of a drink would last a night,
but the tremor it’d bring would ruin your life.
There’s magic in some places that’d get you high,
The nature is a plane that can make you fly.
Oh, forbidden are such places for a modern man,
Let go of your idée fixe and you’ll find the rune.
But the rune won’t be suffice for you to pass,
You’ll have to tune in with every little whistle till the loud bass.
The day you do get to see the beyond, I assure you,
You’ll speak a language unknown,
Live a story that’s yet untold.
And above all you’ll be a mystery,
That no one can unfold.
Wish you all a very happy & a prosperous new year ahead!❤💫
©The Honest Fabler
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