puff of cold air into night
the only sound my shoe heels on the ground.
light an ugly orange above me
like sun obscene, a misled color scheme
a classic half-past midnight city scene.
it leaves me wondering at best to see what we have made
and fashioned as rewards and set
our lives to be paid for--
is what i see now what i get
emptied hopes and old regrets
and jealousies built up inside
now big as life itself
though no one seems to really care
underneath lies trapped despair
as every plan just dissipate from sight
like puff a cold air into night.
night unfolding all around me
like a fallen dream as its surrendering
tell me how oh tell me how i'll breath.
when i'm left wondering at best
to see what we have made
and fashioned as rewards and set
our lives up to be paid for--