Grafton Street on a day when everything seems to mean a little something
Hard-core artists singing, breathing, for their every supper
The early-morning sun gets to warm our particular cockles, muscle right in on one such night of previously thunderous bringings
A din between the pair, albeit nothing too strenuous whatsoever
Know your place, face forward, thawing the sands of time
Fresh fruit and yogurt somehow, anyhow, managing to soak on up a lavish cocktail extravaganza – only background noise right now
Relax and settle yourself on down before pounding those cobblestone pavements all over again
The way of the world right this minute