buildings so high,
they hurt
the neck to see,
should I climb
(the entangled vines,
rising higher and higher)
glass (reflections, melancholy)
stone
concrete,
giants envelop the land
stomping and crushing
the life below -
crumbling gray as
those giants,
their minions standing
among the doorways to success.
closing off
access and safety to
the world is
different,
Unwelcoming with
no golden egg
to be found in these clouds.
they hurt
the neck to see,
should I climb
(the entangled vines,
rising higher and higher)
glass (reflections, melancholy)
stone
concrete,
giants envelop the land
stomping and crushing
the life below -
crumbling gray as
those giants,
their minions standing
among the doorways to success.
closing off
access and safety to
the world is
different,
Unwelcoming with
no golden egg
to be found in these clouds.