looking out this window
makes me forgive the world for all it's evils
the swirling hunger of the clouds eating up the towering buildings
the glass and steel filled with rich mens papers
filled with broken destiknees
and crocodile teeth
family men lapping the floor for a thrill
a way out of the box
four walls, four walls
ladies that hover behind me in skirts
checking always checking
i can almost see the ocean
i can almost feel the collapse of my heart
breathe
breathe
this is not my world I think
the smell of oil on my fingers
some strangers blood seeping through the papers
a plane flying
another one
taking off
landing
loving
and leaving
look at these hands
in this world of machinery
the frailty
the constant quiver
the pale skin and green veins
the song in the pulse
of constant wondering
this little light
half way up a million floors
of a million rooms
in one little block
where one signature can decide whether 10 thousand people live or not
where the boss goes home and pats his dog
and the monkeys he feed
praise him a god
and me the artist
forever lost
click clack
keys that type
hoping to stop