This is not life; this is only the bars and the Saturday afternoons spent with lovers. How do I find the one to find?
Or the many, for that matter; How do I choose from the many?
No, real life is during the early waking hours, the beginning of the week, and the very end of every day. Who is there at those times, and how do I choose? How do I find the one to find?
All day today spent with lovers, and the evening with mistresses. Sometimes too many is worse because nothing is found. No love; no truth.
Today I kept running into lovers that I wanted, and continued to want lovers that I did not see. And after the booze and bars, dancing and kissing, nothing is real. No one is really found.
There is no one to die for, or to die with. There is no Juliet.
It is all simply a song, a bar, a girl with my number that does not call.
So, how do I find the one to find?
Copyright Reid Walley. Written June 27, 2004. Inspired after an evening at Noel’s bar in Reno, called Limelight (I think that’s what it was called).
