Tonight I will dance on the ‘.3’ fence
I will lose my sense in a spirited trance.
Tomorrow to regret
If the mourn be sorrow,
But I live in the now and a drink I’ll get.
Over here bottles pour in a freshman dorm
And the nectar warm will a-flow all the more.
All else to forget
When a face swells;
When you live in the now, there is no fret.
