Lights glare in a noir sector of a foreign town Dark thoughts intrude as the atmosphere surrounds No map no sense of direction yet the path is clear Motion blur with a destination unfound In my skin but out my mind On the clock but out of time In the wind while I unwind Around the block and so benign Sublime internalizing my exterior Surreal yet out of control but not inferior Imperial dreams lucid and liquid Yet black and white as it’s depicted Stagnant although unrestricted Vividly unequivocal although physically constricted Headed to a place where I can’t revisit