Will tonight be better or will tonight be the same?
Will we explore wild unknown youth,
orchestrate dramatic brushes on the dance floor,
or plumb depressing depths of the pick-up girls’ eye?
Will we rock our heads and forget our senses,
in five large vodkas and the incessant rap of the snare drum;
killing, killing, killing, hurt
living, living, living, love
getting, getting, getting, numb.
Always the last to leave the place,
empty bottles and disarrayed chairs;
those supposedly drunk
Why are we left behind?
To wonder.was tonight better or was it the same?
(Don’t reflect or you’ll die)