IT’S A LIE BUT IT FEELS REAL:

Drowns in belief, floats in faith on an early one, streets choked
in mist – Brigadoon. How you feeling? Wrong trainers on cold turkey
feet, numb from lack of groove but bang on time, civi street.
Life is sweet, life is great, keep chanting ‘tll you believe. Win
the weekend. Win everything. Sail clean between the grand facades
of legends. Don’t feel small, it’s all for you.
The self, the voice, the chasm that yawns beneath. Have a good one.
See you soon, dressed as a toyshop sailor selling boat rides to
tourists. Keep the change, keep moving. This is the show, to eat in
or go, a black bag in each fist.

(K)