From the top of this building, I can see everything.
The ugly color of a beautiful monument,
The head lights that flash from headlights on shop windows,
People who have too much time to walk a little slower and take a look around.
My spit takes four seconds to hit the concrete
I can see people in cars looking at me with concern,
But police fly past not noticing at all.
I'll sit on the edge and look over for a few.
If only I had wings, I could see so much more.
More faces and expressions, or absolutely nothing but fear.
I could sit on the light pole of the sky and watch over,
To see all these lifeless people walk around.
Suit wearing mindless pigs,
Carrying a suitcase and a cup of coffee
A young rebellious life filled punk
Writing a poem about how much he would like to be free.
This world is full of cities that are so ugly,
But send so many vibrant colors.
I send a thank you to the ones who see clearly,
Thank you for sending a rainbow to the sky.
Thank you for knowing how to live in such an ugly city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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