Never ending stoplights
Spiderwebs caressing the cold
dead
ground
Quiet bubbling water
fills up my tired ears whispering treasures that it's found
Looking back on the street I just crossed
Hoping I'd by some chance stopped in its middle
Stairs continue dragging me down as I continue to go up
The atmosphere pulling me below earths warm and loving crust
The terrace under my feet doesn't budge
But the ground below moves far too quickly for my tired legs to keep up
My face is cold, as is my slowly beating heart
Let me down to rest
Let me down to rest
I need to get some
Rest
