Opening my eyes to the light,
With a strange gust of wind.
Hovering with no steadiness,
Where am I?
Deserted was the street,
With trails by the unknown.
It was cold as vengeance,
Where am I?
There was a party, I recall.
I remember the excitement.
Sounds like fun but still,
Where am I?
Except I was served stale bread,
The wine had also gone sour.
The music lost its pulse,
And so I took my leave.
What’s fun without giggles?
Music’s noise without rhythm.
I’m sorry I left without notice,
The dancefloor is all yours now.
Dedicated:
To those who left the party early
