From a barstool
One can watch
Life rushing by
I can't begin
To comprehend sometimes
The racing masses
Not knowing where
What for
Or why

At moments like this
I pause
From a wooden stool
Look for purpose
Patterns
For cause
But some questions
Aren't answered
Some lands
We cannot explore
Some toasts untasted
Better suit the floor

But I'll sit
And I'll watch
Life run its course
And while I search
For meaning
From my stool by the door
Until I find something
...
Bartender,
I think I'll have one more