Only
Would walking down
The streets of an invisible city
Within provide you eyes
To see that the broken man
Trapped in its very heart
Is only as good as his words
—Whimsical as his fantasies,
Volatile as his moods—
Subject to change?
Would walking down
The streets of an invisible city
Within provide you eyes
To see that the broken man
Trapped in its very heart
Is only as good as his words
—Whimsical as his fantasies,
Volatile as his moods—
Subject to change?