In the city for a week or two, I roll the dice to find that antithetical blue
a new voice now, outside of the old one
If a picture separates reality from the past and an infinity spans between this moment and glass, can I ask you to spare a second
I've been from this thought for a little too long I can barely hold on to what makes it feel wrong, a dreadful untouchable solace
A rhythmic elevator on the edge of a trace that comes to define an undefinable place, please spare me the linguistic montage
Don't you know the time, the timekeeper asks me sometimes, it's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine
I just won't die if I'm voracious enough, If I keep my friends as teachers and my life is enough, cmon point that gun at me, because when I transcend I'm going back to the city
An inconvenient self a habitual bomb, the endless recompense of an office meeting long, a dedicated public servant
A formation of pretentious diabolical peace, that you have to swallow whole but doesn't help in the least, don't worry, I forgot the charge card
Wonderful walks, wonderful talks, the dialects let out for an evening I bought too quickly, an equator reminder
And now that the conversations back with friends and the kitchens looking healthy with disposable din, I'd like to, like down for a moment
Don't you know the time, the timekeeper asks me sometimes, it's a photo opportunity to accept it, a business decision of mine