What can’t you experience at the bar,
With all thats closed off or left opened ajar,
With all the characters cast as the main of their plot,
In one harmonious picture of perception in art,
Like watching the world flow through the lens of a screen,
With various perspectives some dirty others quite clean,
I’ve seen fake comradery in music for the enjoyment of ones night,
And lambs of a flock with one torn from its heart,
Was smitten by beauty and saved from a dangerous frame like that one from the flock whom she grievously maimed,
Saw some working hard in the bar at the door,
Others loud, smiling, laughing unable to stop anymore,
I was on a good run and had a bit of flair in my play,
Almost shining for a instant of being a thing in this space.
7-21-2019, 7:03 PM, Sunday