The Bar...
Visited a bar for once, was an interesting night. Learned alot about strangers now friends.
The Bar...
The Bar...
As I sit in my chair, surrounded by thoughts openly spoken
I hear only whispers among the many with hearts broken
Living in times long past that led to this place
Of there former selves, even on the highest of shelves, there isn't a trace
What goes on in a voice that has no emotion
The stories seem the same, filled with shame by name, all missing some kind of devotion
To even the smallest of concern for where they went wrong
They simply nod along to the same ol' song
"Too bitter, cold the feelings would be" they say
Fear-filled to truly see, each wishes to one day, get carried away
Among the lights flashing, the feelings falling fast
The mirrors make emotions run high, as unclear visions bring forward the past
To the bartender, father time in a way, he is the main lender
For the forgetful, the price is easy, worry free
He's a friend to pay for the future you don't want to see
He stalls the moments amid a fog with each glass
Day or night, if the money's right, he gives you another pass
Never asking why, but always open to your reason
Others like him are around, every town, every season
Needed to those lost...life for company seems shared for the final cost
The music is as numbing as the shots taken
Eyes connect, most quickly looking away, as if the meeting was mistaken
Liquor their shared cure, many have anything but a smile
Sobering this atmosphere is as I just sit a while...
"An ear is always what I wish to give, as long as I'm able, as long as I live..."
Even for the lost, the story should be heard clear
Life in it's own right is just a reason, doing less to live is only one fear
---Thanks for Reading---
---Always---