I walk through cities made of lightNeon ghosts in black and whiteEvery window tells a taleEvery heartbeat leaves a trailPeople rush and heads bow downKings and beggars wear a crownI collect what they ignoreFragments scattered on the floorI don't run, I don't chaseI let time reveal its faceI am a flyer, walking through the noiseListening to silence hidden in the voiceI am a flaniel, a stranger passing throughSearching for the patterns that were always trueRain reflects a thousand skiesTruth disguises itself in lies