|
He follows a small path running along the top, and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water as the fast current carries it away. However, as he walks around a corner Rael sees a sky-light above him, apparently built into the bank. Through it he can see the green grass of home, well not exactly; he can see Broadway. |
|
As he walks along the gorge's edge, |
|
He meets a sense of yesteryear. |
|
A window in the bank above his head |
|
Reveals his home amidst the streets. |
|
Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint |
|
The smell of acid on his gun of paint. |
|
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band, |
|
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; |
|
- My home. |
|
Is this the way out from the endless scene? |
|
Or just an entrance to another dream? |
|
And the light dies down on Broadway. |
|
His heart, now a little bristly, is shaken by a surge of joy and he starts to run, arms wide open, to the way out. At this precise point in time his ears pick up a voice screaming for help. Someone is struggling in the rapids below. It's John. |
|
But as the skylight beckons him to leave, |
|
He hears a scream from far below. |
|
Within the raging water, writhes the form |
|
Of brother John, he cries for help. |
|
He pauses for a moment remembering how his brother had abandoned him. Then the window begins to fade - it's time for action. |
|
The gate is fading now, but open wide. |
|
But John is drowning, I must decide |
|
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, |
|
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; |
|
Hey John! |
|
He makes for the river and the gate is gone, |
|
Back to the void where it came from. |
|
And the light dies down on Broadway. |
