What is the point where a positive attitude
turns into wishful thinking?
When sipping becomes
drinking?
When lust changes to love?
When busts become bosoms?
Where do blossoms turn to flowers
which last a few brief hours?
Then hours turn into days
and time becomes a maze?
When does maize become corn?
And corn turn into porn?
Does porn become art
when we go back to the start,
and see it's all just wishful thinking
intertwined with heavy drinking?