Departure Protocol

Wet tarmac gleams, a slick obsidian sheet,
My own reflection, a calculated retreat.
Past the terminal's hum, past the hurried crowd's shout,
Each towering block, a memory fading out.

[Chorus]
Gravity's grip, a joke I didn't quite land,
On my own vector, a new blueprint in hand.
This rising ascent, a digital exhale,
Watching micro-metropolis, begin to unveil.

[Verse 2]
Evergreen scent, now a memory, thin and faint,
Replaced by the hum, of a new urban saint.
Neon rivers pulse, through a future unseen,
From this glass-walled chamber, poised and serene.

[Chorus]
Gravity's grip, a joke I didn't quite land,
On my own vector, a new blueprint in hand.
This rising ascent, a digital exhale,
Watching micro-metropolis, begin to unveil.

[Bridge]
They say home is where the heart is, a tired refrain,
My heart built a penthouse, above the pouring rain.
This independent grid, laid out just for me,
A quiet dominion, wild and free.

[Outro]
My reflection winks, in the window pane's gleam,
A new city's promise, a waking dream.