Long night alone with these thoughts,
Echoing round my head.
It feels like a crowded party,
So many waiting to be fed.
Every guest wants to say hello,
Tell a story or two.
They’re all looking for my advice,
What is it they should they do?
Some smile and keep the peace,
Never wanting to interrupt.
Others yell and get their way,
No matter how abrupt.
The yellers all seem quite the same,
Living constant melancoly.
Never seeing the light out of the clouds,
Never wanting to be free.
The soft ones with their stories,
They’re what I want to hear.
Amidst the crazy roar of noise,
They tend to disappear.
It’s not so much a party,
There’s no time to relax away.
Only the future hope,
I’ll find better guests some day.