You walk down the streets of Manhattan, confused.
You don’t know where you’re going, and you have no idea where you came from,
Just that it was a dark and abstract place,
With pictures on the wall that you didn’t understand.

You follow the sidewalks and the cracks in the pavement
Down to the subway and you get on the 6 train.
You don’t even know where the 6 train goes.
But all the same you take it, because it is the only thing in your life that has direction.