Flat white.
It's a horrible thing to experience.
All the possibilities.
All the roads.
Unable to move,
blinded by the lights,
you feel like you don't have enough time
to stretch your soul
just like a pastry dough.
It's nighttime in London
and you feel displaced
in the worst and the best of times.
It's been nighttime for you for a long time.
And you see a light
And you freak out,
Blinded,
Bonded.
