Intangible thoughts can't become titles

Saw the 'Windswept Man' on Market Street The scene wrapped up in reggae sounds Moments became magical Existence happened briefly, I felt there As a student I'd walk that street daily If I cut across town my bus was 20 minutes quicker At one point I worked at the other end of the street I rarely go now But my daughter said... "Is it too late to go into town and get a waffle cone" And I said... "Let's go" It's sensorially full on Every few steps smells different Mostly unpleasant (Apart from a sweet corn cart I refuse to buy from) There were free Magnum's at the station Dress sense was anything goes Couples seem to emanate dynamics You can step into worlds of light and dark As each shop creates it's vibe We saw a candyfloss machine creating flowers I wanted more from being back But my existence was fleeting And after it was over I felt quietly out of place I can't suppose an answer to that... We're out again today I must look out for myself See if I'm there Some kind of smelling salts Created from energy And the history of my own footsteps Bringing me round