Pavement like many point,
full of stamps coins.
Steps around, tell me lot,
roaring as hammers of hungover morning.
Oh fuck it always moving...
in to my crazy mind.
I almost blind!
Blinded by their dreams
I'm getting as a Homer
write a first Iliad in the world.
And they tell me that this is a sword?
Oh these little fools ...
I forgive you, my inspiration mules.