Skyscrapers have multiple views...the top view peers into the wide expanse of proud clouds, on clear days angelic blue...why must we look down then?...searching for the smallest things, static from the highest point of view...
waaaaay up here
what's down below is so hard to view...yet my mind often ventures off my designated zone past my property line off the side walk into the street and over the most rugged speed bump....my skyscraper neighbors stoned and statuesque functioning tools of program synced to a nine to five paradigm
normal becomes a blur, age old traditions become hard concepts to grasp fast life-hope-choke-gone for broke-money-age-success-love-fate-pride-sorrow-tethered life rope
cycle centenial centurian continues constant change
longing for long pauses to be consumed by
the
angelic...blues blue blue blue a reminder to stop looking down and always look up...
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