Iwalkedintothecity
Aflockofsheepinmyheart
Iusedtothink
Citystreetswerewhere
Goldgrows
Aswellaswide-openpastures
HoweverwhenIenteredthecity
Myflockwasscattered
Bleating
Bysuddenforcefulwolves
Itoolostmydirection
Ataloss
Istandatacrossroads
Trafficlights
Flickcraftilythrough
Theirlightsequence
Thepit-trapofthecity
Isjustlikehell''''sgates
Itcanopenupunderyourfeet
Atanygiventime
Onlybyrethinking
Rowsoftallbuildings
Asrangesofmountains
CanIre-findmydirection
CanIre-findmylostflock