Cashed and spent
Another day went
Bruised and bent
Not broke
Just a dent
Choking the sky
Smoke billows in the dark
Bright red fire in the heart of the mountain
Meanwhile on the other side of the world
Tip your hat to the timing and the excellence
Set down the box of magic for a while
Style files into the skies and tides crystallize
Up to the gates where everything awaits
Close to the ledge
Nearly over the edge
Whipping up another quick beat in the pocket of time
Rhyme with no reason
Poetry with no rhyme
Run through the night with one hand on the light
Inward until dawn, until the journey takes on
Take on down and around the bend
Another adventure begins at the journey's end
Up to the gates where everything awaits
Close to the ledge
Nearly over the edge
Whipping up another quick beat in the pocket of time
Rhyme with no reason
Poetry with no rhyme