Down into manhattan Igby goes
searching for anything else and
deconstructing everything else
Down into manhattan Igby runs
raging about waking life and
baking life and faking life
Down into pandemonium Igby strays
riding sideways below highways
reconstructing and deconstructing
Down into darkness Igby rides
reflecting the gaze of passerbys
yin yang streets and hollow seats
Deep into their eyes Igby dwells
seeking to be beyond endless pain
the tearing rain and awful vain
Down into time Igby sinks
cowering beneath heavy shame
innocence drained and nothing gained
Down into himself Igby falls
spiraling out of crowded tones
busy phones and boisterous silence