Happy

Into a hole we go with blindfolds on

Talking and drinking like Odin’s son

Unknowingly being sucked down

Some go so deep into it they drown

Out of the hole I go, blindfold in hand

eyes still adapting to the brightness ahead

Lungs and liver still flow with blood

Oh it feels good to crawl out of the mud

happy happy when I wake up sober

Under influence I felt like an ogre

I once, dirty, judged the clean

Now I await judgment healthy and lean