the wind scream the storm speaks
the trees dance and the leaves beat
the clouds sob and the earth sulks
Every breath slow and timeless
I’m the painter, this frame is my
canvas
vroom! vroom! learning cars after
English
street lights mask the secrets of the
city
Planes going places I’ll never see
A drunk screaming at his wife
or is it the other way around
or are they both drunk?
oh no! he’s getting robbed
I’m omniscient not kind and besides
These bars hold me back
Who on earth invented balustrade
it’s only a fifty foot drop
makes me fifty six foot tall
Not exactly top of the world
But to see and not to care is enough
Power
The peace to watch the chaos unfold
Spying, the tertiary consumer
above the smoke and the noise
the dotted stars form a smiling
constellation
Not tonight, my felo de se will have to
wait

~ Roméon🙄 ~