City line lit bright
Glimmering blurs reflecting
In my foggy eyes
The bottle kicked
Rolling from my foot
Heavy in my seat
A familiar friend extends a hand
I accept with no hesitation
A better view of the city
I can see it
Feel it
Picture it
Cars racing below
A crowd gathering
Shouts, and a megaphone
I rub my eye
Bow my head
Take a breath
I can't see it
Feel it
Picture it