Dark and rolling figures move through prisms of no color,
Hand in hand, they walk the night, but never know each other,
Passion, pastel neon lights, light up the jeweled traveler,
Who, lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams, find questions, but no answers.
Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor,
Pirouette down palsied paths with pennies for the vendor,
Salvation's yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer,
And, once again, such anxious men find questions, but no answers.
The night has gone and taken its infractions,
While reddened eyes hope there will be a next one.
Sahara signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly,
And mountain sides put arms around the unsuspecting city,
Second hands that minds have slowed, are moving even faster,
Toward bringing down someone who's found the questions, but no answers.