Isn't the city beautiful?
its perfect from the view i'm at
leaning over the edge of this building, with the wind blowing against the sides of my back
the ground looks so far away, its covered in people
like waves they sway
endlessly flowing, never really going anywhere but past
its amazing how fragile we are
we fall and shatter like glass
we must have our balance
or our lives could slip
we'd end up in a hospital bed, listening to the IV drip
if i fell from this height, into the water of those peoples lives
i would be but a rock, crashing into the waves
it would cause a sudden panic then their notice would just
float away