the cities are suffocating, the buildings tall as gods.
we are so small, these worlds built of metal, bending over us and our lives.
we run from the stars, because they are so far and we cannot breathe in their beauty, but there is no reason to build metal worlds in order to hide them (and our fear).
shoot for the stars, set off a spark that billows into smoke, rocket ships and skyscrapers have nothing in common.
let the sun set on the city, and for tonight, i will dream of the stars.