The gleam of light on the road.

It was the dead of night,
on the road was shiny light.
I had just come out of the bar drunk,
I looked at the world with so much funk.

It had rained a while back,
there was shiny light on the road black.
My world seemed so weird,
moving round and round,
I just didn't remember my way around.

I blabber things to myself,
cribbing about getting no help.

"Am I still in this world", I think,
the strong shiny light on the road,
makes me blink.

As I get to a more civilized part of the city,
I see a few expressions of eccentric kinds
and a hint of pity.

I see people who are alive at night,
those night birds just don't seem to like the light.

Suddenly, I get a feeling of greatness,
there is no hatred.
I fell alive,
I want to jive.

The next thing I know,
the morning light begins to glow.
I'm sleeping on the footpath,
wet and cold, a splitting head ache
and I desperately need a bath.

The magic has flown away,
now in the sober form I have to stay,
god, what happened yesterday?