I climbed to the top of this mountainwith no fear of tumbling down.For one brief moment in timeI freed my mind of this town.Got clear sight of lights on the hillsjust outside the city’s gripand just like that, just like thatI let the moment sleep.Every face seems familiar on these crowded streets,Sidewalks sway to the beat of my stammering feet,Lost in a world of handshakes and receipts,I hear a song it’s calling out to me.The people are aligned on the road like candle pins.Wobbling above gutters humming old retired hymns.Can’t you see it’s all a cavalcade of delusion staresand just like that, just like that we are prone to disappear.Every face seems familiar on these crowded streets,Sidewalks sway to the beat of my stammering feet,Lost in a world of handshakes and receipts,I hear a song it’s calling out to me.What’s the price that you payfor living everydaylike a number on a docket,a dollar to be saved?What’s the price you paywhen you give yourself awaywith swollen fists in your pocket,from the workhouse to your grave?Let’s pray we don’t end up this way.