Feels like, Morning. A gentle taste of coffee with a vision to the future. Night. The end of all things. A slumber to the past. - 16-02-24 From bar to bar. I crawled and I sprawled. I found myself inside out. A jug and a shot What warmth I have sought. I'm pissed and flat and I remember naught. Ach! at least I can talk, Oh feck - I cannot. Tomorrow is glum! But today I can swim. The world is my oyster, I'm spewing my ring... No longer so bold. I guess I'll grow old. And settle on down, Right into the fold.