Stumbling over sleeping bodies whilst losing your vision.
Vomit around the bowl of the toilet.
A ringing in your ear echoes the base of the club speakers.
Your memory is dull.
You look forward to smiling about the night before,
But you can’t hack it yet.
You friends all love you and you’ve had a nice time.
You don’t need to say a word at all to worlds you’re yet to climb.
Everything is bliss and we are falling into place.
We’re falling through the stratosphere; through all of time and space.
But we fly about the world as we go drifting through the sky.
We never fall down from the stars; we’re always very high.
You look on forward to the world; the sky will surely gleam.
Look on forward to your life, now you are nineteen.
Happy birthday Benny. Don’t ever change.