the sky is honest
the city is a liar
like the people in it
bustling about, unaware
small and insignificant
the skyline is sharp
untamed yet completely controlled
buildings tower over
make the people feel smaller
than they already were
shadowed by their own creation
the dishonest people in their dishonest city
were trapped with the illusion of freedom
the city is addicting
the city is perpetual
the city is a liar
above the sky is free
a reminder of the permanent
a reminder of the temporary
a reminder that the little people
are stuck in a trap of their own design
the little people dream
dream of the sky
because only the truth is known
honest is the sky
YOU ARE READING
To the Moon and Back
ŞiirPoems and short stories and stuff I honestly can't write why are you reading this
