Sitting here and trying to think
Amidst hipster beards and clinking drinks,
Tales of dreams and lusty leers
Mix mistily with choking smoke and spilling beers,
Why do I come here to record my thoughts?
Some here visibly mime to be what they ought-
Dim the sight, turn up the sound,
My thoughts suddenly surround
Me with an exploded view,
Each part seems clear and fits into
A bigger whole, connected pieces of a collective soul,
Myriad images of my own face
Though of different genders and different race,
Sound so loud only thoughts cut through,
Lights blast bright to kill the view
Of all but moments frozen and gone,
Seconds of joy, snippets of song,
As real as anything can ever be,
Then I remember,
This is all me.
