Crystal Glass Gaze

Bubbles float to the top, burst in a spray
Music is in my head, though the radio doesn't play
Melancholy sip, as the drink runs on my tongue
Thoughts of times when I was free and young

Child like innocence, never saw no pain
Never cried staring out a window splashed in rain
Flashing up in spurts, memories of events and times
Through the crystal glass, champagne of multi dimes...

...cheap stuff really, but I dream on
Drink more than what's really gone
Think of nothing, yet the pictures whirl by
All that I can see in the soft, bubblely high

Drift away into an induced sleep
Think no more of thoughts to weep
It's all gone now, I kiss the last drop
Sleep alone again, wondering when it will stop

(age 17)