Then

When I briskly walk in the rain,
As its liquid crystal glass shatters,
Seeping into my wracked mind,
Then I am grateful for the chilled company.
Alone in a fiery crashing world,
With only the faint hearbeat of this city,
Then I feel the rythym of these streets vibrantly alive.
Passing by the worn tarnished statues,
People who drift in rough-hewn dreams,
Then I glance out the brilliantly cleared windows.
Walking home to be resolved of invisible conflict,
Scathed by the naked eyes a sea of opressed liberation,
Then I am free of the shackles of constant conformity.
Ideal forged in seperation of fragmented anxiety,
Closing the thickened door that holds the Keys of Ellysium,
Then I lay my weary head upon the throne of silence.