The City

I’m wandering a city of my own design
Fruit of my mind and thief of my time
I’m strolling slowly between rivers of stones
That one day went far enough to be alone

My eyes in their water and in eyes made of bricks
In my city of cement where the walls are slick
A empty book burning in the middle of the road
A letter to no one, a story untold

I’m wandering a city of my own design
With cloud covered streets and rain of red whine
The rain turns to blood and drops into my veins
And I am a rainbow, and my tears are champagne