Trickling lack of air.
Hours to wrap away.
In my bike, around the town.
It seems, in London, there are two ways to be.
Foot Loose and Fancy Free,
Flag flying. Tied to fast commerciality.
So…they are sweating to sell to those,
who are naturally evolving to need less?
What will happen when no-one needs anymore?
Will it ever get that far?
Can there always be a market?
When food and faith are sorted.
If everyone behaved with each other..
Ramble tongue over coffee.
Tired of looking at wares.
Thought I could spend a day shopping in the city
But only fighting temptation…..
I’ve bought some cheap artificial butterflies to brighten up this time.