Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café, you laugh he said you think you're immune

After all, with the destination being the grave or dispersed, silent in flight, the sun will continue to rise, though brilliance is fleeting…...

foil scrapes on your lips resulting from waste prevention

gradually realize why you're no longer invited cos your pragmatic aged soul can't assimilate

then how do you apply the sense and get along with the rest the best?

there are voices I anticipate
laughs which reverberate