Travelling in,
this city life's wearing thin while the fat cats are just getting fatter,
it never matters to me that the city don't see the time that it takes me to come or to go.

This city makes me slow and there are things that move past me which I don't want to know and if I did would it rid me of avarice and greed, would it be a panacea, could it make me feel freer in body or mind?

I am inside a prism and the city is my prison with flashing lights, blinding nights and I'm tired of these sights I have seen.

I'm going home now in the somehow and sometime in the future I might look back with some kindness on the flash of lights and the blindness, but
not tonight.