From east to west
It compliments the grey in my eyes
Tall buildings
Boring mundane routine
Seems so repetitive
Like our time plane is frozen
Suspended in midair
Our film strip stayed negative for a day

Black suit business men
Not having a heart to think about walking home in the rain
I feel so alone
Among the one tone buildings
Laying directly in the middle of the gray scale
Rain falling with the same beat of the city
I fall on the off beats

I can’t breathe the air here.

Waiting for the sunny rays of California
Waiting for the rays to reach Washington
Seattle is never completely reached
Portland shines through
Spokane is confusing
Olympia could be a narcissist

Our large doe eyes shine with water spots
Splashing on all the windows
Picking our own cities
Larger ones frighten me
I’m afraid of losing sight of my soul
I’m afraid of getting lost easily
I fear I will melt away into the gray scale

The same quotidian weather arrangement
Skipping the cracks in the sidewalk
So old and overly paved
I don’t want it to become impracticable
To leave the city behind
If I don’t leave the gray scale behind soon
My will pupils widen
My iris be part of the gray scale
Let my heart meld with the city
But let my soul run free to the oxygen beyond.