• Among the jagged rooftops stand
    Peace and turmoil, hand in hand
    Such a place to spend your days
    Amid the choking acidic haze

    Although life dealt you a hand
    The dealer got the era wrong
    Where you should be
    In the age of green
    Gentle breeze, sweet and clean

    Never did you do such wrong
    To deserve a life amid urban throngs
    You should have known the freedom
    Horizon unbidden by jagged tops
    Freedom calls

    Freedom close at hand
    Remove the wires from the veins

    Out of reach it must seem
    Time ticks slowly
    The cogs give way
    Rust ever growing
    Joints cease their movement now
    Stuck we are
    Among the jagged rooftops

    Peace, just out of reach