It was just one last chord that struck,
And I was just the last guest in line.
And it was only ten o’clock,
But it was just me.
And I don’t think they really understood
Why I kept on about the scratchy horn
Playing over the speakers
And why it got to my head
And then I had already ordered
And it was time to go, I held my food,
And I couldn’t open the door
And a kind soul assisted me
And there I was, back on the street,
And I had no idea where to go.
And I did have a place to go,
But that defeats the purpose, now.
How many times ’til time forgets
What petrifying occurrences we left
No doubt an expletive
What would have been suitable
for such undying circumstances
of some non
What time will remain
Considering absolute finalities
All which concern your regrets,
Confirm your subtle intolerances,
of none figured without your privilege.
I sit and I
at those in eternal bonds
speak unnerving sentences
on one anothers behalf,
multi faceted war times
create awkward spouses
and they speak in languages
still not known.
serenity as its shown doesn’t make much sense
and candor in and of itself is meaningless
until shared correctly
the sale of a single item
can’t match one’s identity until released to them
find yourself in another
and you will always be found.