SOS

well it’s the same old 

thoughts on the counter

that stay cold after an hour

the power of bottles and cans

when do the answers arrive?

the lanterns glow is blinding

while the banters roar is thriving

with the same old confrontation

it seems we might be alive...

a free man 

makes his way to the wet land

where the music rings in the 

warm air that dances around him

will he go home alone?

they're all there

for a night of jiving in the hot air

but there's no hiding when

all that rhythm ceases to live

who turned out the lights?

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