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