I chase the daily refrain
In an offbeat stride
With fault lines raging
Across my flesh

Refuge is few and far between
In the maddened trail I carve
For the rail-bound peril I trust

A deathly pulse is spawned
And off I race
Into frostbitten arms
For the coils
Of the common man’s strife

To stalk the daily rhythm
To encompass its strength
Its thundering rage
To joyously thrive