The Nightclub
Music pumping in my ears
Conversation impossible
Is this where broken hearts go?
What am I doing here?
All of a sudden I am alone
In the corner observing
Like a nightclub Attenborough
Watching kids pop pills
Fights breaking out
DJ's killling old favourites
A night out with friends becomes
My study on human behaviour
I belong to an era
That no longer exists
I buy another drink
But it's still not me
Whatever I'm looking for
Isn't here, never will be
Feeling like I missed my boat
I call a cab and leave
Thinking if this is all there is
Then I haven't missed much
I'd rather be an old goat
Than conform into a sheep....
Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-07-10 at 19:58
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