Pen to paper, pen to paper
Come on, flow. Work your magic.
Ah, there it is. A bit distant, but it's there.

I aspire to be something
Someone
Can't remember exactly what
Or who
But someone, I will be
Technicolor, bridges
Between
Always between the cities

Quite a pollution problem, they
Really should do something about
That.
Faded orange, red, gold sunset
Awaits me and whomever else
I happen to find near the edge

Falling slowly
Into a bench or a log or a
Cliff that grudgingly bears us for
A little while, then
Lets us go