There’s salt in the air Coffee on repeat Classical beauty Sock-less feet Birdsong seduction At the window we meet Skyward is my gaze Never nothing but a treat
The buildings are square Lost is the taste Profits are calling Often built in haste What an insult to the past In this beautiful space Opportunity to inspire But more than likely a waste
From the future it calls like an unmet lover I feel it in my gut that we will be with one another Anxiety prowls on a dimly lit path Yet illuminating the truth like no other