sitting here
in this chair
music blasting
one song
over and over
again
drinking beer
quiet inebriation
foot keeping time
eyes closed
bliss
stir-crazy
angst like mud
thick and tangible
precious I am
clean
always waiting
big dreams
hope like fireflies
always moving
forward
polished halo
nothing ordinary
leave while you can
grasp this
now
Stephanie Wood
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-6/
