The last sip is over

The last sip is over
But the spark’s still burning.
I am living each night.
Twisting and turning
Inside.

The night is about to end
And the day is yet to come.
I’m in transit,
In the middle of some
Dark and light.

The highway is long
And the journey, a mirage.
I disappear in my own sight
Ride on a carriage
To nowhere.

There’s a wild child
Inside of me
Shaking up the stillness
Free
Of its confinement.

Go on,
Don’t stop.
There’s nothing called eternity.
Go on till you drop
Below the ground.

Love is a sweet picture
Of indulgence.
An obsession with shadows
And an emergence
Of self reflections.

Then music lends
A hand to your imagination.
Triggers
Cords of unsolicited ramification
Of a boundless mind.

And you take the last sip
But the spark’s still burning.
And you dive into the night,
Twisting and turning
Inside.