i wake up with a terrible hangover an acute hangover too lazy to think too weak to move like trying to manage a disobedient child i control my feet for I have a terrible thirst i take a drink of water a long drink of cold water the liquid of life they say the most palatable drink in the world there’s nothing more satisfying than taking a long drink of cold water on such nights THE FIRST STANZA ENDS HERE the night is past its peak the clock strikes one 1300 hours 13 hundred hours why is thirteen considered an unlucky number apollo 13 the ides of march END OF THE SECOND STANZA a visage pops up he always appears in such places in such situations his eyes follow me about his clear eyes there are pictures that have eyes following you about when you move his is like that THE LAST STANZA COMES my mission in life is to write a poem a poem of life mission accomplished not yet not yet i have always made a conscious effort not many words and lines come easily when these come the words and broken lines are few and far between i am like a tree that yields no fruit the eyes that follow you about look at the inner man listen to the still small voice a word a day a word of truth that’s it carry on.