City Streets service my vision of belief.
Foreshowing the maze of the mind with darkened alleyways.
City Lights guiding my view—Rethinking what I behold.
But a Light never shined.

Clouds atop the dim lights, distorting my morals;
Dropping rainfalls of questions in the minds
Of the Peoples' judgment. Unfortunate to hear,
A flood never stopped a determined mind.

Combined powers together—Clouds merely
Decorations. Achievement to my soul, heinous
Tragedies to another. Interpretation meaningless
without True Meaning—For meaning is all.

Psychotic judgment, even logical at times—
Repeating past deeds. Lost souls can never forgive—
Never forget adversity. With nailed thoughts unwilling
To advance. The future beholds beauty, only without bias.

Castaway; lost atop the sky built with an island.
I reside; Walking coast to coast, awaiting
The others' arrival. When they arrive I am left without
A greeting, left with what I had to begin:
Lights to flash in my eyes, granting vision through the fog.