2005-01-01 - 9:53 p.m.
Sitting there, i was alone,
a slight buzz humming through my veins.
What am i doing here?
We were all alone.
Alone, despite the crowd,
A crowd of disenchanted dreamers.
What are any of us doing there?
Celebrating another disappointment?
Another lost hope?
Or broken heart?
We must be there to fill the void-
Just to be somewhere.
Anywhere.
Laughing, to hold the tears at bay,
desperate to love and be loved.
Living, just to pass the time till death.
Fine then, let's raise our glasses-
Another toast to health and happiness,
the forgotten innocence of youth.
And a chorus to all those "Never brought to mind."
Another lonely night of celebrating empty lips, and broken dreams.
