The Fret Of Fear

The music dances in the light
In the corner someone holds a microphone
I don’t seem to know anyone here
The whiskey taste so fresh
My head is not so clear
I close my eyes hoping to find some part of me
I often wonder if someone is watching me?
Seeing the imperfections in my face
Studying  my eyes and singing me the blues
Its hazy in here as I inhale the stale air
Gasping for a reason to survive
I can hear glasses clanging people yelling “cheers”
My head disappears soon my heart will follow
The time seems to stand still
I look around the room
I see myself in the womb
So restful and secure just a little soul with no cares
I bathe in this water not yet affected
Have not lived does not yet know the worries of fear