Other side of the island

Haven´t you seen beyond the prison
been above the hills
out of the institute?
away from this factory equipment

When you got off the boat
or the plane
The round trip of temptation
you woke to find yourself here on the island

Craggy rocks and research facilities
Polluted seawater and these cranes and cages
Over the hill is a city where one way streets are sweet
Where bricks are made of marble and people have cellphones for ears

What was the reward for refusing temptation
When you arrived the bay was lit
The optimistic pit in your stomach was full
Then off the boat and into some water garage

Sleeping off those round trips of temptation
Bicycle late, profit and the physical form
Far from these rusty docks is the mother
telepathically advising from the window pain

Across the other side of the island
there is a paradise with grey bricks that sing with the streetlights
so sing me back to sleep
sing abundantly into my dreams