thomsen.

Random people going about in their thoughts
The clicks of a woman heels snatches my attention
You wonder if the night was naught?
Since the lounge was filled with hypertension.

Alone in one's own dimensions
How far is one's imagination?
Such possibilities is infinite
Yet, we all seek that endeavor.

For some, such imagination is too much to bear,
For others, such imagination roams free forever,
For the rest of us, such imagination lives on prayer,
Imagination, at times, can be quite clever.

Random people going about in their thoughts
Hell, we should just get a drink
And, just maybe, make the night less naught
Before I get rid of this indelible ink.