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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