I sit here on a Saturday night
Alone, waiting, not a friend in sight
An empty glass stares back at me
Do I refill it with Guinness? We shall see…
I refill that glass with it’s creamy head
God how I’ve missed it my Guinness med
This though shall be the last
Too long waiting for the rest of the cast
Not see them in months, I’ve so longed to see
These beautiful people that mean loads to me
But tired I am from lack of sleep
My little niece’s crying, awake did she keep
So tired my head feels hot
Maybe I should have a whiskey shot?
A little longer I shall wait
Gone seven now, so till eight?
Back in St Albans I am, Strange it is
Changed so much, friends I do miss
The sense of Belonging has hit me now?
As I drink this Guinness, my second in town
Got me thinking again of new starts
Somewhere I need to go, Life to this heart
Back to Eire would do this to me
But not yet shall I sail the Irish Sea
So Edinburgh it is lost in a city of culture
Just hope I don’t get eaten by the Financial Vulture
I know I’d feel renewed and alive there
Without too much of a worry or a care
So just gotta risk it and take the chance
Mybe then I could this life enhance
A short train are the mountains and sea
Myself a possibility I may finally be?
Caliburnus Rises 