Here's a drunken one

Upon stale water, I stand
Bare as eve
Gazing at your frail silhouette
There, by the distant shore
Unable to move, to utter
I try to reach out to you
I flounder, I stutter
But in vain, in vain
" Why the trouble?
O poor creature !
He's but a filthy treacher"
My alter ego, gentlemen, that would be.
But what else can I do
Where else can I go
That, I know
But I'm afraid to go there
For I know
Every bit of sanity I have left
Will be lost
Still I'll go
For this stagnancy is lethal as your embrace
I'll go, I'll go !
Once again,
I flounder, stutter
And at last
Blood rushes through my veins
Images swirl in my head
At last
Upon oscillating water, I stand
Oh at last !
I open my eyes
And raise another glass
O me !