The sky electric blue behind wisps of ash,
Over the road by the hammock lies the whispering grass,
The traveller lays there imagining Charles Monet,
In the bay to the right above the sprinkled bouquet,
There’s a scatter of conversation by the wicker chairs,
Discarded pasts float on up through the air

In the city at night the road is painted in gradient,
There’s a smattering of lanterns in a crescent they radiate,
A hubbub of excitement hums on the rooftop bar,
To the eyes at the top life below is bizarre,
Lessons thrown around like invisible flares,
Discarded pasts float on up through the air

Trains to new destinations and thumbs up by the road,
From island to island old habits corrode,
Aircrafts pepper the sky restraining adventures for now,
From the temples of Peru to the Cathedral of Bilbao,
When you only know one thing how can you compare?
Discarded pasts float on up through the air