An Ode to Clubbing Pt 4

Weak become Heroes (cont'd)

...Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize 5 years went by and I'm older
Memories smoulder the days are colder
But the same piano loops over and over and over
The road shines and the rain washes away
The same fastfood takeaway selling shit in a tray
It's dark all round I walk down
Same sights same sounds new beats though
Solid concrete under my feet
No surprises no treats
The world stands still as my mind sloshes round
The washing up bowl is my crown
My life's been up and down since I walked from that crowd...

(to be cont'd)

(Acknowledgement: The Streets)