Intoxicated

In a creek I heard a sound,

Went ahead to investigate;

Stopped  midway, thinking-

It was too late.

Too late to keep moving,

Or too late to stop;

So I paused there,

And I thought .

What good could come,

Of walking into it -

Than returning,

To the hard earned seat.

What we want,

Is insignificant;

In a convoluted timeline,

Words lose their meaning.

So I walked on, through -

Undifferentiated right and wrong;

And the eerie noise turned,

Gradually into a soft song.

I stood at the corner,

Thinking for one last time;

For what I was bound to lose,

Was considered a heinous crime!

I walked in with dilemma,

Well-guarded with a smile.

The alleys croaked and screamed,

As I stepped onto the tiles.

And there shone a mirror,

In it a reflection of my own.

Mesmerised, I touched it,

And the glass turned to stone.

The soft songs of lore,

Reduced back to moan,

I turned to look,

But all was gone.

The intoxication rolled away,

And I was caught in my own play,

Thinking of what I'd lost,

I wished to be intoxicated again someday.