#64
Escape this city you're tied up with
In a maze of a soundscape,
Try to fish for gold in a wooden river
And forget what your tomorrow could look like.

It's times like these
Where we rely on the seasons ahead
To make us more discrete
Yet fill us with flyers of yesterday's repeat.

Watch! is the word she said,
And laid a turquoise stargaze
Upon the stuffed rack for the moment made,
Watch! as she stared and did not care.

Not even a moment this compulsory
Made everything so brave.
I left the city of wind for the most
Should I be the one to clear the frost?
For a time that has no fares and bus stops.