Panorama
walking down an alley

deep in blue neon

a dead end for today

under skyways worn



concrete from far below

rising up above

surrounded by shadows

garden without gods



all are strangers alike

all riding the blind

the purple of blind

the purple of their eyes

in reverie unwind



circling sub-city

a rainbow appears

to calm down the fury

to calm all the fears



this random occurance

is only a sign

of the incoherence

in the clockwork mind



a symphony of our time

recalling the past

people in a decline

denying the vibrations we're made of



somber drama

rolling down hill

panorama

all is so still

anyway, anyhow

anyhow, anyway



end of all reason

is what I go through

yes, it is what I go through



slip-sliding nation

is what they must do

yes, it is what they must do



over the greying landscape

under a deadened sky

sitting on a mountain

I will stand aside



as I am a witness

I turn a blind eye

I am feeling helpless

but it passes by



is this a modern legend?

maybe a fairy tale

just a future requiem

cutting along the fiction that we're

made of



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