Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion

The Night is Gone

He sat lost in thought.

Slipping through muddy knowledge.

Sipping a never ending scotch.

Forgetting the present while reminiscing.

Time passes and the day is born.

Can't remember what date this moment coincides with.

Still dirtied by that night's memory lane.

Stiffen at the noises of light.

Calling him to sit upright and tighten his tie.

Buttoning his shirt and cleaning his mind.

Brushing away the scent of liquor.

The night is gone.

Away with his mind.

He is back to being considered 'kind'.