This is what it's all about

This is what it's all about

Dancing and laughing and singing in the rain.

Sitting under a nice shelter with friends,

the smell of the rain drifting through with the cool, damp breeze.

Having a great dinner and laughing at great jokes

and groaning at stupid ones.

Dancing to bad music, then good music,

then no music at all.

Doormen and valets looking on as we never seem to leave.

Night deepens to early morning.

Running and laughing softens to gentle singing.

Comrades, friends, loved ones, all in one.

A world within a tiny covered drive

and a world without limits of time.

A world of immense importance without a care in the world.

And of no meaning but it's own existence.

This is what it's all about.

And this is all it's meant to be.

And in that little covered drive,

I was immensely happy.