This city of Salt, it erodes me like rust so much so that I.....
I want my chrome to shine once again, like the brilliant sun.
I am stuck. Marooned in this environment that is so unlike me
Where every bit of who I am seems to be against the flow
So rigidly so, like salmon trying to climb Niagara Falls.
How I long for escape, this valley it bears down
A toxic air worse than its own claimed inversion.
This City of Salt, it rusts me.......