Skyscrapers

I face the eternal ocean sky

yearning to fly like free birds;

but chains, they clip on my ankles

and I fall to the concrete ground.

 

On some nights, I dream

of mountains I will never climb.

And on some nights, I fear

the universe comes crashing in

 

on me. Never, I am, on the edge

of cliffs. I dare not walk on

sudden drops. And these mighty

giants standing on city blocks,

 

I dare not look in fear

of the concrete and glass

come crashing down on me.

They will fall down on me.

They will fall down on me.