Inches From The Horizon Poem by gregory collins

I am never alone
when i got a beautiful sunrise;
like a pill i swallow of the Phoenix rising.
My memory like a list of vows
that will never redeem or cheat on me

and as the city spins around
to scare the last angel from the world.
I am sleeping on the street,
a new revolution that the rich will soon be poor.
They will be gone without the safety trigger of saying goodbye

and as the highway goes on and on,
and skidrow is truly the only success.
I would have to think the great divide will see my reflection pass,
and that would be my fate:

only being just a sentence
in one of the books in the Towers of Knowledge;
Only a couple of words
inspired by no one guiding me.