Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
He walked in the room, a stranger amongst strangers.
Always at this point, his courage tested.
Scanning for a face, searching for familiarity.
Never had such panic hit him so...hard.
If he had found someone, someone who would smile back,
or hold his hand, a gentle touch.
All signs point to the bar, the temporary lifepreserver.
Ahh, sweet liqour, a friend indeed. Oh, He's brought nicotine too,
What a treat!
An option of sitting away, carrying on, smelling like carrion.
Garbage comes from his body, his mouth, his breath.
Like this until the night has come to a shameful end,
standing alone in an elevator, all the assinine things have come back,
in his face.
The boisterous laughing,
the unforgetable spitting.
All things, rushing back,
head in his hands.
This was to be important,
for the future, and what it holds.
Enough of what hasn't happened,
Forget the past.
Let's try this again,
but with joy and life instead.
He walked in the room, a stranger in the crowd.
Or was he? Why not friends you haven't met yet?
Why focus on the stressful?
Understand your position.
Do what comes naturally,
and not look for the best escape.
You cannot control other people,
so don't let them control you.
Talk to that person,
meet someone new.
Why not take that risk?
Perhaps next time, it'll differ.
They walked in the room, hand in hand,
smiling and laughing, as truthful as they can.
Always at this point, his courage tested.
Scanning for a face, searching for familiarity.
Never had such panic hit him so...hard.
If he had found someone, someone who would smile back,
or hold his hand, a gentle touch.
All signs point to the bar, the temporary lifepreserver.
Ahh, sweet liqour, a friend indeed. Oh, He's brought nicotine too,
What a treat!
An option of sitting away, carrying on, smelling like carrion.
Garbage comes from his body, his mouth, his breath.
Like this until the night has come to a shameful end,
standing alone in an elevator, all the assinine things have come back,
in his face.
The boisterous laughing,
the unforgetable spitting.
All things, rushing back,
head in his hands.
This was to be important,
for the future, and what it holds.
Enough of what hasn't happened,
Forget the past.
Let's try this again,
but with joy and life instead.
He walked in the room, a stranger in the crowd.
Or was he? Why not friends you haven't met yet?
Why focus on the stressful?
Understand your position.
Do what comes naturally,
and not look for the best escape.
You cannot control other people,
so don't let them control you.
Talk to that person,
meet someone new.
Why not take that risk?
Perhaps next time, it'll differ.
They walked in the room, hand in hand,
smiling and laughing, as truthful as they can.
