Oh, skyscraper! as I gaze at you, I can’t say I admire your foundation.
Your steel has a false strength.
Your glassy exterior is astounding to the naked eye. I turn to the other side
& oh, city projects!
Your asphalt is stained, filthy.
Your inhabitants are always trying
to climb the established barrier.
Though your bricks are strong,
your demise is inevitable.
I don’t admire either of you,
nor am I judging either side.
I am acknowledging your existence.
I’m caught in between, wishing there was an escape. I wonder, Where is the door?
I try to walk past you but I constantly catch you from the corner of my eyes,
like a rude awakening.
Sculpted out of the Lord’s fingertips, constantly looking down, you hold mysteries.
Your Creator is my guide.
Lead me to where you’re going, oh Creator! You never had a beginning, will never have an end.
Will I ever know your thoughts?
As of now,
my exit is you.