I sit here among people unknown watching them as they drink till they drop.
They keep on poring it in like they don't have a stop.
No worries though they'll be alright in the morning that comes,
just a bit of headache and then it will all come undone.
The people they met, the people they saw.
Was it a memory or just a dream caused by the alcohol?
They will wonder and they will seek, but they will keep it in the dark so noone will see.
The secret desire within. Till next time they feel the same guilt as before,
and swear to themselves, no more.