I Am Here to Tempt the Fates

      While I watch
      For strange, futuristic looking trains
      That dump humanity on twenty-five cent streets
      The high-rise tower waits.

      Its geriatric guard fondles his new gun.

      And he wonders
      What the state has made of me
      In polaroid and plastic coats,
      Ah, this don't look much like you, son.

      It was before I grew my beard.

      Fingers fall away from steel,
      Well ... you better get another one.
      And he let me through his gate,
      just another someone who he'd cleared,

      Another someone tempting fate.

                 -Blue