In The Hands of a Drunken God

I stumble awhile, insisting with every step the path is clear 
I’ve smiled awhile, ignoring the times they end in tears
For it’s just me, alone again 
And I haven’t the time to address those fears.
Cause I’m laughing again, and that’s the pocket I lend my briefs. 
Let’s be brief. I’m refocusing now.
I haven’t got the time, to explain it awhile.
But I know I’m destined, I can’t explain it, I just smile. 

I leap and dash, even when the moments, they pass, 
I underestimate the stillness, 
I tend to flutter, they call it brash. 
But once the wind is blowing, it trickles, and suddenly I’m floating
Even now, when I’m lonely, 
I hardly notice, thoughts are flowing 

I keep forgetting the destination,
Then remind myself, it’s the journey,
Then I’m back to laughing, don’t believe me? I have an attorney.
I’ve come to find, it’s alrighty
When the mighty, have you in their hands.
I’ve been dealt a special hand, I swear it! 
Don’t believe me? Beware it!