A Full Nights Worth

Our simple plan had gone to shit.
So once again we had to sit.

And wonder why we could not see.
Eye to eye and all agree.

Perhaps it’s just the potent wine.
We’re drinking more each time we dine.

Or maybe it’s the stratosphere.
Through drops of liquid tabbing tears.

Or could it be the tea we drink.
I can’t get up, it’s hard to think.

Perhaps we’re thinking way too hard.
With very little true regard.

But if it has to be this way.
We might as well be done and say.

To hell with all the pondering.
Let’s see what else the night will bring.