The Drunk Year

It took a bunch of beer
to learn where I fit
and who I was,
was not what
was being acted upon
but as humans we
become stagnant
to ourselves,
so naturally
we become
to others

Trading friends
for a drunk year
because I cannot be
everywhere
and
everything
at any
or all
times
to anyone
or to myself

Suddenly
the year has ended
and we are stuck
with the conclusions
I belong to
no one and nothing
and I cannot be any longer
in pretending
but I can be in hiding