Lost time

Party had been awesome, the house, the peaceful drinking hours with tea and cannonballs.
Loreto raised up for a second. No sense above my breast, pink lady.
Guys in blue, sex in glue, opportunities dressing balls for a fancy nightclubbing time.
No violence, no art, no question marks? No doubts, no money, no back home.
People who are just like me, demons looking like angels. Heart-shaped ballons and cocktails by remot control. No tomorrow, just today. My life, my story, my loneliness. And the miserable times growing seeds into a lost green house. Into the blue.