walking down the avenue
right below my feet
dodging lifeless bodies
strung out from lost dreams
turning the corner, winds echo
little needles pricking all I feel
I sense the buildings, swaying
cold and stoic, yet to a beat
silently blocking the sun
each block the same repeat
but then it appears, foreign
the mist of the open sea
daylight pierces my eyes
recapturing those lost dreams
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
walking down the avenue
right below my feet
dodging lifeless bodies
strung out from lost dreams
turning the corner, winds echo
little needles pricking all I feel
I sense the buildings, swaying
cold and stoic, yet to a beat
silently blocking the sun
each block the same repeat
but then it appears, foreign
the mist of the open sea
daylight pierces my eyes
recapturing those lost dreams