Watching the concrete waves
overtake the painted yellow lines
adrift in a sea of construction and
chaos.
Head swirling with
diluted dreams of grandeur.
The world is starring at the stars,
hoping
that they dont shoot across the sky.
No one wants wishes to come true.
What would humanity have to strive for
if all the magic became reality?
The veil pulled off
and the grass changes colors.
Just remember
chaos was once
order.