| Lookers At night high above the city sitting on the edge of a rooftop several stories up wishing i could spread my wings, and catch the oncomimg breeze whispering softly in my ear it's as lonely as i am the cars beneath my feet seem close enough to touch i am a giant overloolking a vast playset i'm above my problems alone the distant, frustrating thoughts, the memories, the winter, i wish i could fly higher away from this place away from these buildings John |