Kensington High Street, London

by @Blue


Cross the border,
Into the big bad world
Where it takes you about an hour
Just to cross the road
Just to stumble across another poor old soul from
The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness
I fight with my brain to believe my eyes
And it's harder than you think
To delay this sadness
That creeps up my spine
And haunts me through the night
Suddenly the air smells much greener now
And I'm wandering around
With a half pack of cigarettes
-Paolo Nutini, These Streets