What a familiar view! This place I know. Do you?

Early evening silhouetting, orangey-pink sun is setting,

Lights sparkling, on show, the whole town a warm glow,

Coming alive, so strong, night-time liquor and happy song,

Overcrowded bars with laughter, echoing over rippling lake water,

Make a trip to the other side; a joyful starlit boat ride.

Excursion, you can keep! Not across still dark-water, so deep.

 

To sit under canvas up so high, looking down with all-seeing eye,

Over the vibrant town I am watching, waiting, procrastinating.

 

Mountainous evening hideout, or holiday trip gadabout?

Yet neither adventure is practicable, comfortable, or reasonable.

 

With self-admonished isolation, my cerebral hill and valley location,

Offset planted mind above matter, away from reality and chatter,

Reclining in a doubting position, of unfocused intention,

Left to my own devices, deeper become uncontrollable rifts and vices.

Do they see me? Do they care? Better sited exclusively way up here!

 

 

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