Poor, yet rested , people

Went to the city, took a guitar and some equipment, went home. I didn't play. A friend did. Hell of a night!
note: it's like the tiny shiny things that make us notice, it's like when you walk for some time and realize you took the wrong way, it's just like the days events take control of good intentions, it's like the night when the ceiling looks too close / i'm just like anyone else i wouldn't mind