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