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