alone in a room of strangers
lost in my memories as drinks are past.
Thinking of a cowboy I will never hold,
a lost opportunity to seem normal,
a dream never realized.
My mate a white knight,
with busted white armor, patched and worn,
his ballads do take heed.
A man in black with change in mind,
his lessons well I learned,
yet fantasy and reality are blurred.
Imbibe sweet nectar of the gods,
holds hostage wishing I would die.
A hundred bodies crowd me out,
my own mind no place of refuge,
alone in a green room of mist.