Time for a drink,
a time to think,
a time to contemplate,
a time to cogitate,
and a time to ruminate,
over the day’s events,
as we sit in the evening,
in a bar by the river,
where people swim and disappear,
with drunken cheers,
and where they revel in it,
where they revel in it,
and the river,
it gently flows by me as I sit,
and I ponder my thoughts,
and I wander through them all,
and I think it seems,
that the day is a blur sometimes,
and it does not feel like I exist,
or that I have existed,
and the day it has passed by far too quickly,
and with far too many sighs,
and here I am at the end of the day,
with a weary heart,
and with a beer in hand relaxing,
waiting for the glorious stars in the heavens,
to rejuvenate my weary mind,
and my weary heart.
