Jumping Gardens And Passing Streets

SCOUTS SEARCH TOO FAR, FALL, WAIT, BRIGHT MARKS FORMING INTO "E"s. WAITING,

WATCHING ICEBERGS MELT OUTSIDE AND I AM THINKING ABOUT GOING OUT. BLACK AND RED,

BI-COLORED STREETS. WONDERING WHERE THIS TOWN ENDS AND THE NEXT ONE BEGINS,

THE ROADS WE FOLLOW NEVER END. I WONDER WHEN YOU'RE ALONE IF YOU'RE REALLY AS HIGH

AS A CLOUD OR YOUR HEART COMES UNDONE WITHOUT MEND.