dickiebamboo

the city is weird at night.
dark, yet bathed in a yellow light.
people waiting around.
people drinking.
everyone you see wants to be someplace else.
a club, home, work, bed, someplace.
buses shuttling people back and forth.
cars speeding on the quiet roads.
i like music at night.
like a soundtrack to a little movie.
all on my own journey.
home.
from the same shit, different day.
the only thing that makes this shit bearable at the moment are my friends, booze and nicotine.
and the occasional joint.
i'm floundering a little.
i hate it.
this gap.
the damn radio.
the propaganda.
it can all get fucked.
i'm pissed off tonight.
more pissed off than i have been for a while.
this annoys me.
at least i didn't get drunk.
fuck it.

same shit, different day.

welcome to tomorrow.