Towers

I can see for miles across this concrete wasteland

From the tops of the trees and to the seas

They have all grayed with age

The broken will of men has become routine and has

stretched Beyond the horizon

A long path that was once a destiny

The city streets are a maze in our minds

A never-ending puzzle lost in a dream

I pray for those who walk these streets that they may see

the Tops of the towers

And expand their conscience

I beg they open up their eyes and bear witness to this

Crumbling city

But some things may never change

Some things always stay the same

The sun sets on the metropolis as only streetlights

Illuminate its collapse

Mesmerized by illuminated skies

The towers linger as if watching us fall.