The Orchestra of Life

Saturday morning there was I hungover

sipping coffee on the sidewalk looking at the street

fast-paced people, businessman all over

the city noises echoed through my head

brighter and brighter, the giant light bulb rose

giving them hope and for me photo-phobia

birds chirping made me hungry of chicken meat

b******s couldn't be more annoying

Coincidence doesn't exist in this world

a devil-eyed woman won't pick you up

you won't have an epiphany that will change your life

nor you will find love when you smell like puke

I stood up, still dizzy and nauseated

searched my pockets for keys and wallet

started an Odyssey towards home

a sudden call: "Hey, wanna hang out tonight?"