In a secret room
Hidden and dim
Where lights danced
Puffs of smoke beamed
With seas of strangers
Serving as your hideaway
In the next few hours
Welcomed but shouldn't stay
Petit glasses filled with liquid
Drafting stories, fake and real
Laughter louder than music
Emotions revealed and concealed
Floors with current
Walls with cyclones
Surrounded and crowded
But you're all alone
Where happy can be bought
Even if it's temporary
You can be you
Or whoever you want to be