Here and there not anywhere or anyway.
Lost in time, without a crime.
The grime built greasy mountains.
What became of bright blue fountains?
Being moonstruck.
Black skies at sundown.
Luck is thus.
It is made of one's own.
While demon wrestling cover's blown.
Down trodden and lustre less.
Living in a self made mountain of mess.
Created in years.
Left alone.
Until now.

Holy cow.
Where's batman when you need him?
Or maybe a magician.
That may help a little bit.
Whisk onwards and upwards.
There must be some bliss.
Maybe some diamonds.
Don't know where to go.
The decisions are resting on a mind that is low.
I don't know.
(c)Livvi