Between nights of ceaseless work

Juggling notes, life and death

In the silence of a moments rest,

I yearn for some times old

 to kick back in reverse

To bring back the land of careless chuckles

Friends, cold air, smoke and a heart content.

Shaking the thought away I march on

The night is young and people brimming with life,

looks like is gonna be a tough mid night,

it doesn't take much, may be a  slippery slope,

or perhaps a party wild,

to get a pretty nasty blow,

so I better get going now

fools don't get stiched themselves you know!