January
I breeze through the winter frozen air of Vinohrady
Breathing deeply
Head up
Eyes wide
Ambling along Korunní
The magic of this place once so evocative
Now stale and serene
I left a piece of my heart on every corner of this sparkling city
Also the contents of my stomach
Less frequently
And I remember...
A million cigarettes
Outside bars
Inside bars
Ten thousand joints
A thousand shots of slivovice
At 4am crashing through normality
The oxygen starved air of my lungs joining the choir of voices in a cacophony
Shouting
Laughing
Shouting
January
I ease through the crowds of Wenceslas square and float to Náplavka for a final beer
I stop at the places I loved
The places we loved
The places she loved
Lost a limb
Gained a limb
Lost a limb
Gained a limb
As time runs short
I do things for the last time
Fully aware it's the last time
And I feel mostly numb
January
Through Vršovice streets I run
Mostly in a daze
Mostly numb
Lost a few years
Gained some pounds
But not a thing I'd change
Not one
