The echoing toll
Disturbs my stride
In the boundless clatter
Of rigid clockwork

From a cautious pace
I spring with all the rest
For the veiled horizons
They claim to know

From a steady climb
I accelerate
Jetting past the harmonies
The savory blends of color

My desperate flight thieves
It contains and corrupts
Laying siege to the pulse
That fuels my wide-eyed reveries

All for the finish
The sudden and crude decline
The treacherous gulch
That thieves me of all I cherish