We rolled into a Spanish town, filled with green crested hills and fluffy neighbourhoods
And I’m thinking about work and life and commitments
I’m pondering the flaky freelance mode de vie,
I’m wondering if it’ll stunt me socially
And make me boring and broke.
As the flesh coloured figures roll past the window panes
And the platforms dash in a blur of brushed aluminium
Thoughts ricochet off my synapses
And flood my mind with what ifs and how to’s
The world seems so scary
My path seems so bumpy
When I make good with my brain
That’s when it’ll all piece together.