Alfie

And if you wondered what its all about , i havnt’ the foggiest idea
on my best days
through the blurryiest of pints
it fades away as fast as the hour goes
the answers are written down somewhere on scraps and bits of paper
alleyway walls covered in the maps of someone elses’ tracks
making sense for the moments
not enough to even document the epitaph
of the fleeting idea

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