Sipping with Walter, the alcoholic fantasist on a mission from Mars.
Dribbling excuses, the means to no end. Inhabiting a place that no others wish to tread. Jealous of other people's fun.
Winging it on a forgotten promise,
the misguided missile flying sky high to oblivion.
If nothing is worth saying its worth repeating ad infinitum.
Not waving, but downing.
Smiling and sinking...
But you can see the pain in those lonely eyes.