I compare myself to the fog that surrounds our skyscrapers, masking it like a second layer of clouds. At some points we can see through it but never with clarity.

Like ripples on our Great Lake you can move me but not once gave you ever held me in your hand for I am always out of grasp.

And inside my heart you’ll find a cold iron bar because much like a magnet I attract as well as I repel. Much like all the wonders in nature, I don’t make much sense.