hovering over the city

building traffic lanes in the sky

as if to reach higher

than the birds are able to fly


they call it construction progress

but they use bricks of old ideas

the work is never finished

swing your crane around

and you will end up where you started


for all you know,

your dreams could

collapse tomorrow

your crumbled certainty

could leave you in sorrow


don’t keep you heart locked up

or it might get buried in ruins

don’t construct your future

according to yesterday’s plan


let your love grow

taller than the cranes

and the stories you cling to


let your soul soar

free as birds

of the next generation