Nostalgia, please pass the salt, again.
I come up gasping, like I have been underwater,
Head keeps telling mind to keep sane.
I am frozen,
Familiar devils dance
and I know that I have tarried too long
sipping heady wine, indulging guilty pleasures
With that old friend of mine,
No, I wont stay for dessert.
I have things to do. Thanks for the lovely evening.