Down City Blues

Over the last dark ages, tall buildings arose reaching their structural peaks in stride. A strategic must of the wealthy ambitious to cement themselves as estate kings.

Now that dream is seen resurrected high reaching up to the clouds to that impeccable vision towards that obtainable dream. Sitting in the dust and ashes of innovation one ponders the existence of that faded industrial age.

Many seek out worry while others embrace delight.

All is in the past, present, and the…future?

The crumbling lines of indifference remain marinating in conflict. Divisive discourse now simmers in irreconcilable tones.So are the times we’ve come to know.As all things come to an end, more souls weep, or so it seems.©