high

perched atop the roof of the city,
watching lights turn dusk into day,
i felt like an eagle on a crag,
eying with apathy
the endless river of humanity.
in the dying twilight,
loneliness,was never more meaningful,
identity,never more clearer.
i spread my wings for one last time
and i soared...
the ground seemed to get farther away,
the endless sky,that much closer.






p.s-my tribute to the city of joy,for giving me an identity..