A party again
Everyone’s high
And on one’s own

Some dancing
With themselves
And others
To a funky song

A few flaunting
Some positioning
Some romancing
Some conversing with the glass
Some lost
Some realizing

Being themselves.

Most of the times
We are reflections
Of our environs
Of our expectations
Of our desires
…of the short term

Cos’ in the long term,
We don’t matter
We’re all dead!