and it's like 3 a.m., in the morning.
The party is over, the one with the reduced cover.
Dude still sober, but dude won't budge.
He's been outchea, sitting on the pavement.
Clean-shaven, and clothes well adorned,
browsing through his phone,
while thinking to himself.
Too many books on his shelf,
too many movies on his Netflix.
He thinks to fix,
he seeks to clarify.
Nothing to glorify.
The dots he joins,
the paths he chose,
led him to this pavement,
he is sitting on,
he is thinking on,
he is thriving on.
The cars speed by,
occasionally stopping for the lights.
It's dark, he reckons,
the street lamp above flickers.
Then, the occasional hiccup,
like the path he treads on has had.
Hiccups.. His cup wouldn't be any fuller.
At least, it's not half-empty,
it's half-full.
For being her fool.
Her run-to tool.
But still manages sanity.
He stays sane insane,
all in vain.
See the blood flow in his veins?
It's anger he can live with,
and excitement he's been deceived with.
Drunk couples walk out from the clubs,
passing by him, staggering.
Some say hi, others say bye.
Hand in hand, if they're done puking,
on each other, he hopes.
Pleasures he sees but can't feel,
leisure he stumbles upon but can't enjoy.
The world is crooked and twisted,
in his own opinion.
He's entitled to it, so to fit in straight,
he must,
to live with his decisions,
would be just.
And fair.. That the friends he made,
20 years ago in high school,
live the life of their dreams,
with the spouse of their dreams.
Him? Haha 2nd divorce, and counting,
2 litres of alcohol in his system,
plus the 2 he had the night before.
It's true, 2 wrongs do not make a right,
but it's wrong to say,
2 lies do not make the truth..
less what it is.
He needs two lives.
The one with the mistakes and,
the one he would be careful with.
His bus arrives. The doors swing open.
He raises up from the pavement,
a little bit of stagger in his stance,
glad he didn't have to drink and drive,
no, not tonight,
dusts off his new pants,
reaches for the token he'd saved for the ride,
in his pocket,
it's torn. It fell off somewhere. He groans.
And goes back to his earlier position;
Sitting on the pavement.
