Bink wine with directors at City hall then blues in a back street bar.
I didn't get drunk on purpose, I want to show my best side.
Intense blue eyes and an interesting smile with slighty vampiric teeth.
I know that look from somewhere but I'm not sure if it's from my past.
So I smile and nod and laugh and probe, oh, tidy up-it's time to go home.
My headphones aren't working, it's going to be another dull day.
I'll watch the sunshine enviously through the window and think of cool blue hues.
I'll have some toast and give you a hand, holding the lift for the pregnant lady behind me in the cue.
Chewing my lips till they're raw. I know I shouldn't, should I go for a fag break?
I'll save that for later, pockets of free time to stare at the world flowing by on the Thames.
While I dream of the present and peer into the future, it sits in my peripheral vision, I can't look directly at it but if I look at the horizon I can see shimmering smiles and glints of colour. It seems to be uphill siloetted against the evening sun, orange and golden like autumn leaves but giving the warmth of summer and the optimism of spring.
Scan type check commit. Scan type check commit. Repeat until Friday when my time become yours.
Playing pickseys dropseys. Wishing of a better place that's past.
A favourite song says "don't look back in anger" and a phychic once told me to look forwards not back. But I do, I need to learn. Why is it you can never tell what's for the best until you've commited yourself to a plan?
Well I'm here now and I'm waiting, I don't know what for, just progression would be good.
Into the the summertime, my spring is done.