ludovico told me it's dangerous
i'm afraid he was right
a man's acceptance
of his own domestication
will roll him into an idiocy
that has no past
no one can hear your radio
everyone has their own thoughts and CDs
they're all fumes on the gravel
under the engines and the horns
you should have never come home
they took the lanterns down years ago
nobody strolled underneath them
everybody drove