It's a restless conpulsion
that fuels these late night
sessions. A refusal to submit
to the normalcy colonizing
the lives of others.
The sounds, the drinks,
the smoke, the ill-conceived
thoughts and chance
encounters that define
these outsider lives.
Who is looking at Whom
I wonder?
We can't be all wrong,
We can't be all right,
can we?
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