what do you see?
cotton candy skies?
tear filled eyes?
the skyline rises and falls
a grid of metal, stone, glass, structure, tall and towering as much as it promises the short unseen
you can't win and you can't lose and you can't see it all, try as you might
all you can do is be here
or risk the view
crumbling down before your smoke filled eyes
like every relationship you've ever entered
is it worth the pain?
the rubble and dust make it hard to breath
the promise of a new skyline to greet you every evening
looms overhead like comforting clock work
the only thing that keeps you going
I only want to see cotton candy skies
mother nature's finest art
gratitude to witness such colours painted across the sky
