Footprints to Elysium

Sitting in the passenger seat

Dancing with my shuffling feet

As reckless as our driver’s mind

I tremble as I try to find

Things I chose to somehow keep

In the city lights and gutters

In streets I sometimes try to sweep

I breathe air-conditioned chatters

Passing through torn houses

Hearing crackling voices

I hear falling teardrops

In counting my own choices

They ripple with time

Stirring these rhymes

A photograph in water

Bought with mental dime

And I fade slowly,

Slowly,

Slowly

As I walk and die

Slowly,

Slowly,

Slowly,

I walk and I die.