Here I sit
full of fears
trying not
to come to tears

I risk it all
I risk a fall
I risk to fail
I risk a face ...
already pale

Perhaps ...
it's the third glass of wine
Perhaps ...
maybe ...
I'm feeling fine

I'll soon know
I'll have another
then I won't care
about the bother

It doesn't matter
it's too late
I've done myself in
sealed my fate
tomorrow comes
come what may
I no longer
have a say

Tomorrow ... yes ...
it seems unfair
yes ...
it seems
downright mean
Tomorrow ... yes

They come to clean.
Experience is a brutal teacher.