Deconstruct the constructed
It’s a curse upon my eyes
The enormous structures
Mounted over my head,
They block my sight.
I see no moon,
Nor the sunlight
The beautiful clouds, fleeting
They pass right above me,
Yet I am blind.
Blinded by dull buildings,
I long for empty space
For the sky, where it sees me,
And I press my eyes
To every drifting cloud,
To every feather passing by.
I want to see the lightning
It does not frighten me.
What does, is the structure nearby,
Made for protection from rain.
How funny-
It has become the cause of pain.
The rain, it healed me,
These structures, made in vain.
How deeply I long
To feel the wind
Unshaded,
Untamed.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
Deconstruct the constructed
It’s a curse upon my eyes
The enormous structures
Mounted over my head,
They block my sight.
I see no moon,
Nor the sunlight
The beautiful clouds, fleeting
They pass right above me,
Yet I am blind.
Blinded by dull buildings,
I long for empty space
For the sky, where it sees me,
And I press my eyes
To every drifting cloud,
To every feather passing by.
I want to see the lightning
It does not frighten me.
What does, is the structure nearby,
Made for protection from rain.
How funny-
It has become the cause of pain.
The rain, it healed me,
These structures, made in vain.
How deeply I long
To feel the wind
Unshaded,
Untamed.
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