:: To the end of the Night ::
While
Some laugh out loud
Some spill a little drink, in their drunken stupor; and
Some sit too still, like an almost perfect camouflage
A very few, live by, that very few words
Succint, clear, not lacking a punch, nonetheless
Register a chord that resonates,
And resonates
And resonates
To the wee wee hours of the night.