A Sultry feeling,
lost in my mind,
I can't remember
Much of last night.

My Head is pounding,
splitting in two,
thinking too much,
remembering who?

Motor Engine roaring,
As people passing by.

Church bells hymns,
ringing in my ears,
Sounds like a jackhammer,
Pounding a concrete lullaby.

Peace and quite impossible it seems,
With the hustle and bustle
Of busy city life.

No rest for the wicked,
nor peace insight
No cool change to this heat wave
A typical Australian summer
With BBQs, flip flops and Flies