Reflections, red and white
Light source upon pavement
The radiance of a sleeping city
Rid of the burdens of day

Who are we to fight rising tides?
Struggling further with no reward
With or without, it's always the same
Entangled in chains of the past

Shaping purpose in empty existance, as fire from extinct ember
What is and what could have been, as day and night cycles again
To be free in containment, this harrowing dream
I remain the wayward seed

Time has escaped me, the passing of years
Stones left unturned, memories lurk in every corner
Echoes with unfettered power
The autumn when the city spoke to me