Along a bridge
Scattered light fills the void
The planks I walk along are wooden and old
They fume with decadent grey matter
This time (for real) the bridge leads somewhere.
Events happen to test if you are with it
If you are with it than you are with it, man.
Regardless, nothing on the outside has quite the bearing of the solidity of the inside
The world runs amok
I occupy stability
But I gotta get on the train, man.