Cut away the corners, nice and trim.
Keep the lines straight, keep the skyline distant.
Welcome to the future, as you drive past.
Center of the hustle and panic.
Hubs of steel glisten in the sun's affection.
Gracing the land of a better prospect.
But only hold illusions of a false promise.
The warmth of cold hearts can only rot.
Yet we can only trudge along to the new day.
Until I can be free again, back to nothingness.
My love will return, my soul will sigh.

Rushing to find green.
Crawling to escape red.
Facing my fears and ignoring yellow.
Head held high towards the blue.
Sneaking around packages of brown.
Avoiding the violet violence.
Until an unfortunate glare into my whites.
Flash sparks of orange.
Then let me fall and fade to black.
No silver lining.
Only golden gates.
Welcome me home into the clear.