A Round With Truth

Solitary me
alone in a crowded bar...   

Contemplating the meaning of life
beneath flickering neon lights..

Onward drags the night..
Alcohol fueled delusions..
Reality now a mocking illusion..

Truth drops in and proclaims
it has no use for me..
so I am through seeking out that fraud .. 

We mutually conclude that life has no meaning
as we pour each other drinks to mutually forget..

I just pray there is a morning again