Psalm 02

I’ll drink today in the hopes it’ll sate my thirst.
I’ll pour for the morrow believing I’ll be first.
And I’ll drown knowing that without the teal, I’ll be cursed.
Hence I’ll beg, scream and roar
For the vision I adore.
In that I am a lorn soul gulled by beryl lights just as before.
Drink once more albeit the moon utters the sun.
And dreams are not as when they begun
Drink last now that amber and gold are dun.