Bourbon

It races down your throat with a fiery intensity that lingers long after the last drop is gone reminding you to have another swig of that good ol’ Kentucky…

“Bourbon”

 

What Lies Beyond

Cannot do this anymore
Think I hit the ground floor
This thing called life
Is too full of strife
I think I’ll take a swing
On yonder piece of string
At what lies unknown and beyond
The other side of this dark pond