There’s no agenda here in one sense.
In another it’s a given we’ll each dispense
what’s on our minds behind the day-to-day fence;
hopes and fears without brave face pretence.
And then when it’s off the chest we rest
revelling, feeling blessed in the de-stress;
a mesh of heroics, hugs and in-crowd jest.
The suppressed, addressed, allows progress.
We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.
There is necessity in the excess.
Neat tidy lives need occasional mess.
Discoveries take a little digress.
Moderation prevents any regress.
Well that’s one way, tried and tested.
Truths are found in counter-suggestions.
What you get back equals investments.
Never bank on a solo assessment.
We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.
We raise our glasses, pass the light.
We plot, we party, we own the night.
We laugh. The creasing makes things right.
The dark is charged with familiar might.
