The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.