I have drank for so many years to forget,
I have only overlooked what I am supposed to be forgetting,
And forgotten to disremember,
You still nag behind this hyperactive mind,
All the while my new friends have me serenely anesthetised,
This carefree world rushes by me,
As in suspended animation I survive,
Outside my cobwebbed window on to this life,
Seasons change and move inexplicably on,
Gazing through these translucent eyes as it passes me by,
I remain in the company of Mr Jim Beam and Sir Arthur Guinness,
Ernest and Julio pop round for a swift one here and there,
But in the familiarity of a lifelong friend,
Mr J Daniels,
I will always stay,
Comfortably numb.