The night of the god of wine

The night of the god of wine. His hand gripping my senses. My tongue getting lose in the word, spreading my truth to the thirsty ears. Breaking down the walls of society. To mix the minds and spreading the dream of freedom. To ride on the horseless wagon taking the road to the dawn. The gripping of the drunken lips separate to give space to the end of a senseless night. The giggles of unexpected plans can take you to a trip. Trips are broken with the sudden hit of reality.