Woke up in London yesterday, found myself in the city near Piccadilly. Don't really know how I got here, I got some pictures on my phone. New names and numbers that I don't know; address to places like Abbey Road. Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want, and we're young enough to say the good life is based on the drinks you can get and the heights that you think you can reach. The drugs fuel our systems so we don't sleep and we don't think. If you want to feel hell then try to get off your fix. My goal is the stars; the moon is where I started my new fix. Some call me a poet others call me a junkie. I'm not making art, I'm just clearing my head. My name is Al Mikie, pronounced like Mikey like Michelangelo's nick name from the teenage mutant turtles.