The Play

Just another sinister Sunday,  

The evening is youthful,

I drive around town, 

Unaware of my space. 

Solitary vows cloud me,

And again I walk into the lounge. 


The room is dim, 

The people are high.

Eyes are smoked,

It is a clouded sky.

Spirits are heavy,

And light is fun.


But the evening’s greatest intoxicant,

Lies in my ears.

With drums of dreams,

Coupled with guitars of glory. 

Inexplicable words unveil,

Some mysterious story.


So on this Sunday, 

I rediscovered myself.

Through beats of happiness, 

I teleported again.

With nothing more to say,

I escaped into the play. 


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