Clubbing
feeling estacsy high,
letting my soul fly high.
moving lights,
flashing bright,
shaking to the sound of the night.
legs swing wild,
hands high up,
enjoying the sensation,
cloud nine.
gulping down,
concoctions of desire,
in tune with spirits of the night.
Fantasy?
or reality?
sober mind we are not in.
savouring the excitment,
grew,
and grew it did.
never cease,
never fade.
and when it did,
so did the rhytmn.
rhytmn of the night.
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