This is an ode to disco tramps & fathers To sunshine temptress To filter coffee To the engines that get us there To not feeling afraid To the moment This moment And all that exists within it The distractions The disturbances The momentary flashbacks But more so To the being To the being grateful To the being here Somewhere, anywhere, everywhere To filter coffee and cigarettes To the lungs that will one day inhale the world again To the future clear blue skies The surface is sunshine

We are a congregation Of mind-altering participants And we are awaiting the rush The loss of control Pooling our collective impatience Into a chain of bar propping enthusiasts Making idle chit-chat Bourbon breaks the ice Whilst vodka spins verbal moves So us hedonistic fiends separate ourselves from the cocktail charmers And glide through the eerie dry ice to rhythmical lands Lost Lost on a plateau of bass Every kick drum Every snare drum pulsating The DJ spins from the high tower And we disciples flock below Absorbing every mix and glitch into our pours The warmth rises through the spine And I can feel everyone My eyes fill with the wonderment of childish imagination Under strobe-lights I'm dancing with demons As cartoon critter vacate this cerebral unity And there is no sense of time here And there is no explanation As to how I now come to be on this cobblestone street Packed like cattle with fellow shakers In a bubble yet soulfully connected to them all We converse in a language I won't ever speak again And reaffirm our connectivity with Cheshire cat grins And we hug life We hug life for all it's worth I stand and marvel at all my love and compassion Illustrated by a horde of frenzied party goers Glitter and pearls Glow sticks and whistles I watch nicotine plumes escape into the night sky Energised by riddles and tongue twisters And watch as the tip of my cigarette nonchalantly flicks ash to the ground That morphs into cancerous snowflakes Familiar faces appear Every face vibrant and blushing brilliance We communicate in giggles, palm strokes and the dual resting of foreheads Seconds become hours Hours become seconds Glitter and pearls Glow sticks and whistles

Solitude, circumstance In love, happenstance Deconstruct, disintegrate Rebuild, compensate Confess, contain Deep regret, deeper shame Time gone, time spent Wasted and withered, discontent Feral whip, nomadic dreams Free and easy, since seventeen Accusations, with regrets Separation, separate beds Promises, tirades Back and forth, love parade Cherry pick, fortify White flags, white lies Through her glazed eyes she protests, "Maybe we'll meet in our dreams" But I can't sleep And to dream of us you have no need

There appears to be no longer No reason to appear What was once a missed opportunity Is now a moment to stay clear Clear of the confusion Clear of previous gains Detached from the anchor To which you still remain And I'll float free in the ether Too feral to contain Too overwhelmed by the connection That previously fuelled the flames With a story yet to be told With a memory yet to unfold With the moment already gone With a belief there's to this world And the measure of how I'm doing Is measured by how long I can go Without conjuring images Of how I thought it would be Capturing an army of desolate thoughts From a vacuous memory And the world is a little less beautiful today And I'm not sad to see you go But sad you feel you have to leave Heading into the great unknown And so it goes... With a story yet to be told With a memory yet to unfold With a moment that's already gone With a belief there's more to this world With a story yet to be told With a memory yet to unfold With a love thats taken it's toll With a belief there's more to this world