Hotel de' Night

I've found myself in the lobby of the hotel of my mind
I am greeting guests who have arrived on time

These are the regulars who only come at night
And are never quite satisfied with what I try to do right

You see, there's the worrier who comes with too many bags
And it weighs him down and his shoulders sag

He slows down the check-in process with his concerns
And refuses the concept of taking turns

Then there's the angry one who is mad from the start
Everyone is to blame for the things that tear at his heart

He screams at the world and he screams at himself -
He screams to break the silence that comforts everyone else

In walks the list maker who tries to make sense of it all
And organize the frustrations of tomorrow's brawl

I can't help but wonder who may be arriving next
And whether or not he'll be paying with a check

You see, the financial planner just came striding in
And I think the worrier will be his closest friend

Eventually all of these guests will mold into one
And that is when my night will be done...or will it have just begun?

Their voices will quiet and my eyes will rest
As I turn out the lights on my hotel guests...