In the Window's Glass
As I peer through the window’s glass I see a iron city derived from ego’s past
Where the saints and sin seem to clash you hear echoes of silence with a vindictive lash
Where the streets are light and also dark when dismayed dreams come to thought
Where steel replaces earth and your greatest gift becomes your curse
A prison to some a haven for others where distance things are no longer required
A city stretched for miles wide on the edge of water’s tide
Weather it’ll be police sirens or morning’s fog in the window’s glass I see it all
(2014)
