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