Settle the Demons

It’s 1:45 in the morning,

Can’t sleep, so I’m up and about.

A little whiskey to settle the demons,

You know what I’m talkin’ about.

Pondering life in the shadows,

Thinking of what might have been.

Wallowing in a bit of self-pity,

Perhaps one of man’s greatest sins.

Considering some lost opportunities,

Some options that didn’t pan out.

More whiskey to settle the demons,

You know what I’m talkin’ about.

Relationships lost in the outcome,

Loves that were never to be.

Life doesn’t pull any punches,

Nothing in life comes for free.

But a toast to the battered survivor,

Pummeled and scarred from the rout. 

More whiskey to settle the demons,

You know what I’m talkin’ about.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole