Mildy distracted by the same song on repeat
I allow the notes to carry me through the day
Whilst I’m chasing sunsets in my head
My feet are planted firmly in reality
I wonder which side of me will reign supreme today
A tug of war between both
But when I look in the mirror
My adversary is always myself
The choice to compete was mine all along
But the moment they unify
That’s when the magic occurs.

Spontaneous interactions I chase,
My easily distracted mind you somehow manage to engage,
On a physical yet soulful level,
Revelling in those moments I wish were everlasting,
My heart beating to the frequency of your vibration,
Lost in your eyes and lost in translation,
Transcending time I’m patiently waiting,
To find out the history of the mysteries about yourself,
What lies beneath those beautiful curls,
Your fears your dreams and everything in between,
Parce que j’aime ta facon de penser,
Et mon francais est minimal,
But my lips need not move to communicate with you,
I am intrigued although I try being discreet,
If you look close enough,
I let my eyes do the talking.

The morning after the after party
The subtle ringing in my ear
Echoes of Drake and Playboi Carti
Empty roads and fresh air
The streets wearing it’s sheen so well
Yet tainted from last nights antics
There is no one to be seen
Just me and my skateboard
The wheels cemented to the concrete
As my mind focuses on the moment

Seconds pass by and I notice
Cotton candy skies
Its around 6am in Dalston
My tired eyes glued to the sunrise
I don’t know where I am going
I don’t know how I will get there
The wind pushing me in one direction
My mind playing devils advocate
Urging me to take another
I shall go where I will end up
I have no doubt I will find myself
When I finally arrive there

What could be
What should be
What already is
What is yet to be
Too many questions
Not enough answers
But either way
I'll figure it out.

It’s 4am
What do you expect?
Like it’s a regular occurrence
Shades of orange and baby blue
Paint a pretty picture in the sky
The birds already chirping
My mind still wandering
What’s on the horizon today?

You plucked
the words,
So effortlessly
from my mind,
Words I didn’t
even know
were there.

Dreams encased in your mind
Intertwined like a tangled pair of earphones
Among the 70,000 other thoughts
That pass through each day
To impatiently wait or to make haste

To reach for what is yet to be
A visionary living in a temporary reality
I want to bathe in hot chocolate
With an unlimited supply of custard creams
To dunk whenever I please

It seems crazy to believe
You can win your battle with beliefs
Don’t be afraid to go after your dreams
Because it’s better to try and fail
Than to never have tried at all

When our names are no longer whispered
From the lips of our successors
When our achievements are but a distant memory
To those who inhabit the future
It's easy to forget
We continue to live
Through the will and actions of others

Like a domino effect
All it takes is one person
To change the world
The ability to influence is passed down
Like the soft ripples in a pool
Till the cycle starts again
Forever repeating itself

Empty kinder wrappers
You pic n mix my emotions
A hopeful romantic
Call me what you will
You don't know me yet
Unsure of how I should and will feel
I'm still that kid in a sweet shop
Excited yet indecisive
To be continued.

Italy for the pasta
Bora Bora for the sea
Paris for the romance
Thailand for the beach
Brazil for the carnivals
India for the tea
Carribean for the chicken
Argentina for the beef
The list could go on
But anywhere with you
Is the most wonderful place to be

Strangers on trains
Turn into new acquaintances
French vanilla cappuccinos and prosecco bubbles
Fuelling my burning desire for constant inspiration
A hopeful romantic
Call me what you will
You don't know me yet
I am merely a face to a silhouette
A soul having chosen a human vessel
A possible projection of what you expect me to be
Learning to be comfortable with the unknown
Do I live up to your expectations
Of the person you perceive me to be
If I happen to go off piste
Please hold this space for me
Till I find my way back
Have faith I will.

Problems with authority
We were like vigilantes
Who swiftly moved
From one spot to another
Like undercover rebels
A bunch of kids who meddled
In things they shouldn’t
Growing up too fast for their own good
But who should they have listened to
They weren’t sure what they wanted
The freedom of youth and the wisdom of getting older
Such a contradicting delusion
Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders
Would soon anchor them down
Before it was passed on to the next generation
Unless they solved the mysteries themselves

I feel so grateful
For everything and everyone
From the roots that lie beneath the earth
To the stars and the sun

For the lessons I’ve learned
For the movie like moments
For the journey that lies ahead
For the wise words spoken

To be able to breathe
Touch taste and see
To be able to hear and feel
The love I give and receive

For the picturesque views
With colours your eyes couldn’t imagine
For the sacrifices made
So I can follow my passions

The list goes on ...

An impatient ego
The eternal spirit
A tug of war between both
My blistered fingers cramp
The muscles in my hand sore
But I continue to write more
Hoping that the connection
Between my mind and hand
Will stay consistent with my thoughts
But there's no guarantee
I guess that's what makes writing so exciting

I can almost feel it
Such tranquility
The warmth of the lights from street lamps
Shine down on me like a tractor beam
Radiating through me
Like its sole purpose is to aid in my inner peace

My heart begins to race
As I pace to catch my bus
Smile on my face as I need not wait
For the next one

Street beggars, political and criminal offenders headline newspapers
Refusing to waste time
My eyes find comfort in mother nature
But for now I'm planted firmly in my comfy isle seat on the train
Destination Shepards Bush
Fake news de ja vu 2020 vision
But I see no bush in sight

I stay focused yet intrigued
Stuck but I refuse to run
Plagued by unfamiliar faces in a delightful way
A mother and her young
Admiring the magnetic energy between couples as they touch tongues
Like two pieces of the same puzzle

The hustle returns as I step off the train
An anomaly in the rat race
Stress levels adjust accordingly
Humans barging through my personal space
Forcing me ... to keep my cool.

It’s been a while
Since I’ve heard your voice
Or seen your smile
Moments spent together
I replay in my head
Priceless memories
A potential treasure chest
But for now I must be patient
And I’m trying my best
But I’m so displeased with quarantine
For pausing whatever moments lay ahead
Whether it’s hot dogs and gelato
Or Sunday strolls in Shoreditch
I want to experience it with you