Late Night Gathering

I wanted speak of what wasn't a Day, The world is void filled with what was Voices spurt of what has to be and should be. But The night left us to the joy of being-what wasn't So lets just talk, of what wouldn't sway.

Lets say, it was a brisky bright morning, the music was off the clamouring on Her red jacket kissed my glossy mane. The golden watch wait in haste to a joint Lets save the day and let no other woman drink alone

The three foes got along hoolig and cheering on All till Tragedy struck when the mad man Signature strawed his Jack Hancock down Lets just say we are too young to play in the day Aren't we lying in loops, days in and out. Maybe its the same stories that we hate yet hear again These stories that we proclaim, repeats. Again