Some Nights I wonder.
Confused and restless, I wander.
Other nights, I have clarity
and my mind meanders through reality.
Oftentimes though, it’s just dark and murky.
Nights of melancholic madness
and strange companionships;
Nights when the transient bottle offers no respite
and music is the only reprieve…
Nights when I ponder…
‘What is life?’