So they talk and chatter, the only thing they ever do.. about what they have.. going to have.. wish to have.. They talk in shops, filling stations, in cars...
and on seemingly endless highways..
Our destination: a dance floor or, at least for one, free entrance.
I have done this before, my motives different though..
I flew to a dance floor to get away from the noisy emptiness of my life.
Hoping to find something or someone to fill the space...
But once the music stops, and the lights come on..
I am complete..
completed by sound, and sights...
or maybe it is just the community in my head,
banging on the wall asking for some peace..
Anyway.. I digress...
Today, is different... I think?!?
New people, new faces, new targets, and foreign accents.
All of this is...
interesting and boring to my uncultured,
potentially racist mind..
My aim is to learn tonight...
About me, new people, old people, people that party..
men and their women..
other people's women...
other people's men...
racism,
reading between the lines..
drawing the lines..
thinking there is a line...
I hope to fill my mind with experiences that will teach me...
help refine my ideas on we get along
and human behavior...
An obtrusive thought pops into my head..
I wish i was home..
With the boys and the girl and recorded..
Intellectual, drunk Artistic conversation..
Arghhhhh, i feel my heart sink...
I made the decision..
I live with the decision...
Can't turn back now
So
I will sit this night out..
And I watch as much as possible without learning...
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