So many faces in the wind

At the train station

The Glasgow train at 1705 seems late

So many minutes wasted

Should i smoke a cigarette or will the nicotine be wasted

Spending too much time on contemplation

I hope I don't have to purchase a ticket so I can keep the little I have

The train is expensive but I missed the bus

Wouldn't mind a new car but that's too much fuss

And oh how the chemicals  fix
All the troubles that have been embedded in my head

It makes me want to stay in bed.
It makes me want to fry my head like a sunny side up scrambled egg

Beaming light through out the night

All but one yet everyone is in sight

A certain buzz yet not the lights

Keep the room nice and bright

Drugs define the future

And scribble over the past

If only being skint would make it last.