Sitting up, drinking Sprite

dreaming it was wine or gin,

making plans to address my life,

moving between 'if only' and 'had been's'

 

Sip on my drink - dream dramatic

looking like Caprio, feeling like Butler,

the humble sprite has no mixed spirit,

my dreams lend to the vision of grandeur.

 

And there I am  - all and more than I want

Successful, content at heart,

how to get there - the question haunts

as the ingested liquid brings a burp and a fart.

 

The drink is over, (can't call it a peg)

plans made, aims defined

I know, I am none the wiser,

a night's sleep - I am back at square one , I find!