What’s the use of being sober?
Feel every passing second before it’s over.
Enjoy the warmth until it’s colder.
And be the controller, the owner.
What’s the point in being sober?
A clear mind takes me nowhere
If all I know is you were there
And I was your follower.
What’s the meaning of sober?
Lose the emotions, sense is the ruler.
But the cup of feelings is fuller,
Drink from it, and thoughts become weaker.
What’s my kind of sober?
It’s just the upper layer.
All attempts at being clever
Turn into habits of a dreamer.
What was I intoxicated by?
Your presence; or can I deny?
Or maybe I drank from your eyes
The purest substance of desire.
What were you intoxicated by?
Did you taste my lips, and did you even try?
Or maybe was your affection a lie,
And I have to settle with a why?