Introversion

And here I thought Monday night
Would be deserted from socialising
Creatures, seeking a place of serenity,
A some sort of sanctuary, or an
Uninhabited temple far from
Civilisation, somewhere in the depths
Of endless oceans, or within the
Magnanimous dampened jungles,
Or even on the blazing sand dunes,
Albeit, this particular café had a
One-seated table-for-four in one of
Its corners, the most annoying thing
Was the high-pitched creatures, and
So, the night kept going even when
The longed sanctuary was nowhere
To be found, and lost was I amongst
These socialising extroverted creatures.