My fabled attempts to triumph
Over this godforsaken game
Instill both a self-ignominy
And an optimism that's to blame
An aquaintance to all
Yet a friend or foe to none
The track of mediocrity
Is a plunge through hell for some
Yesterday's timeline
Wrapped around the circle on my wrist
Scheduled for repetition
I'm the future's witness
The heavens at night are all that's beautiful anymore
I cherish the stroll back to the station
The smooth jazz undertone, the glowing skyscrapers
For the moment lives a comfot in solitude
In the midst of blaring horns and the city pollution
It's dismal to realize there's a curfew tonight
Instead of watching stars, I'll have to settle for the train light
There's no longer refuge in this town, just the smell of smoke and booze
His mouth was telling lies while breathing me the truth
Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, I can see sound