21st Century Vagabond

Like trying to settle on hot coals
Like trying to root impregnable rock
I rush with a wind to cause a chill,
Unable to be that city upon a hill.
The pillars are built up
To be swiftly disassembled,
An organized theory that chaos resembles...

But if there is one thing never faulting
I must say it's the view
The breaking of legs
The colors show true.
So when the curtains close
Just keep on the light
Because were going to Roscoe's
And it's opening night!