On top of concrete foundations
Above rivers of sh**
The frantic veins of the city
Lit up by cancerous cells
Towers do light up the sky
But don’t get anyone closer to the stars
False lights that obscure the real night
Leave all wondering what the sky looks like
An inescapable virus
The touch of man
A being made to move
Trapped by himself
The understanding of greatness
Over the understatement that we’re small
Is only ever achievable
When you place yourself in scale
It’s time to look further
Seek out the answers
Justify our impotence
It’s time to go home