As the afternoon rolls slowly into evening,
Many people begin to gather in celebration,
of the work day ended and down time to relax.
I overhear grand tales of heroic business mergers,
Conspiracies in the mailroom stationary stores,
And even a promotion to carpeted sales offices.
The terraces are filling with folk young and old,
To share the latent sunshine, a proof that its' summer,
And the drinks flow, cooling our fettered brows.
With this special time we grow in standing,
Amongst our closest friends, in the illusion beheld,
That we must be a someone, somehow.
A little music opens the floodgates of desire,
To reveal our image unto one and all,
That they believe us to be mighty giants.
But the alcohol begins its' revealing play,
As we continue opening our dialogues to scrutiny,
Where the clever, sober stay well informed.
But it is very pretty in this open place,
Watching secretly, the world passing on by,
A real eye opener of what, we all believe is real...
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