12 September 2012
I woke from my dreams and wasn't feeling quite right So I took a ride in my car late at night I drove into the city to see the neon bright lights To settle my soul and fears amongst the touristy sites
Concrete and metal statues look on proudly from eras long gone Ornate decorative architecture tells me my own house is built wrong The river dwellers party to the classical songs Alleyways and shadows conceal the homeless that a policeman wants to move along
A young drunk couple argue lovingly on a bench Protesters camp on the grass infront of Mandela's plinth CCTV monitors every movement so Mi5 can decode in lip sync
I drive off and head up Whitehall Bowing my head as I pass the war memorials Then I stick a finger up and curse inside my mind As I pass the security gates at Downing Street where the press are confessing it's crimes
I salute to Nelson as he looks down from way up high Guarding his square as football hooligans stagger and start a fight The four lions don't roar no more but they still let out a sigh As tourists clamber ontop and pose for a policewoman who wonders why
Red light stops me at Piccadilly Circus I gaze at the clowns and street con artistes who linger with no purpose Heading up Shaftesbury Avenue where touts sell tickets that are worthless Left is Soho and right is China Town but I continue until I reach the homeless
CentrePoint - the sky scraper of hope Where the needy come to beg with a smile and a joke CCTV operator caught a businessman selling a hungry child some dope His office was on the 15th floor where the child swings on a tight rope
Now I make my way around the one way system to head back out of town This nights depressing sights have really got me down And as I pull up onto my drive the sun rises from the ground So I climb into my nice clean bed to dream away my frown
Dream Away My Frown • Opuss № I