It was as I remember, just another toneless Friday evening,
And the local band prepared to perform and sing.
The ceiling gleamed with dimly lit chandeliers,
The haziness began, as I gulped down another shot of Belvedere's.
I squinted around for that voluptuous bar dancer,
Wondering why do they strive for the gold that glitters.
A handsome tip I greedily paid, with the ardor for getting laid!
The sweet maître d served me the '67 wine,
And she whispered softly: I'll play dirty for an hour, if you pay me a dime.
They're not what they show themselves as,
There's a bewitched soul in every bonnie lass.
How I wish I knew all her sly tricks,
How I wish I could escape this house of bricks!
I stepped out of the place after the long hour,
Breathing in a rush of intoxicated air.
Outside the mist was slowly dissolving,
And the fog converged into some distant opening.
Making a tail of fantasy like a diminishing meteor,
And the vision remained clear no more.
I started walking on a perpetual journey,
While a dark and mystic secret it kept forming.
The voices whispered and argued in my head,
Some random images they sketched and made.
They sang and hummed and lured me on a way,
To some hamlet outside where reality kept away.
They danced away as quiet silhouettes,
Into the fading smoke of the burning cigarettes.
In the cave where the pied piper resides,
Where the darkness is eluded in white stripes.
The nature has decided to call it a day.
And the water from the shore dolefully ebbs away.
The sea awaits the downpour of another shower,
As the dark moon shines dully on the gigantic ivory tower.
My thoughts have ceased from wandering,
And into my room, they're slowly re-entering.
Through the iron bars of the blanched window,
And into the grey bed by a bucket of water shallow.
I smile a little as the sham slowly disappears,
And the white lady with the drip finally reappears.
She injects my veins with a heavy draught of Valium,
Tranquillising my nerves and snuffing my phantasm.
I long for another trip, yet crave for eternal freedom;