What would it be like,
When people like us gather,
On a frivolous journey for the nether
with a crew of cuckoos;
Like a family headed for the gutters,
humour abundant.

What do we have to lose,
In a world full of *****,
And time to lose.

Day and night,
Lightweights and *******,
A love fest and a funfair.

Stomachs full,
Heart merry.

An euphoria of heightened souls.

What would it be like,
When people like us gather,
Tired of the same,
Aimless and shamed.

Days run tame,
Nights run old.

What would it be like,
When people like us gather,
Purpose in mind,
a book in hand.