Tricky and alluring like quicksand
Slipping quietly through your hand
One day turning a somersault
Later bickering over fault
Elusive as a four leaf clover
The most endearing hangover
Everything else is just a pretender
I’ll have one more Mr Bartender
Rising odds like the grand sweepstakes
Rolling the dice from past mistakes
Folding the tent is a nonstarter
Hoping to be a little bit smarter
Heaven like the grand illusion
Lives buried under the confusion
Then you wake up and feel the reality
Talking without a uniformed referee
Why did that optimism dissipate
And open an emotional floodgate
By morning envisioning forever
The evening storm changed the weather
With the sunrise all is well
Awoken from a wicked spell
Riding upon the calm sea
Blue water, sun and carefree
