Couldn’t see flaws in the diamond on her finger
And he looked hard as he held her hand
Reality sometimes was hard to pencil into a narrative that worked for him
But he usually found a way to turn the coal in his stocking into something way more valuable
On this occasion, he turned his smile up to eleven to see if that would strike a shattering blow
Nothing could deviate her attention from her fiancé. The boy, on the other hand…
Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Reach down deep and push it to eleven
As you speed forward toward the finish line
Carving out your niche in history
Expect your victory parade
Living life with the volume cranked to eleven
Obliterating reality around him
Until it is all just white noise in the background
Determined that his echo will be heard long after he was gone
Above the clouds was usually a peaceful place
Maybe it was because everyone was plugged into their own world
All the passengers had headphones on or their nose in a book
Zoey smiled at being so close to so many and yet so alone
Eleven hours more to go of this before she had to interact again
Determined to enjoy every moment of this Zen