Everything They Thought They Wanted

Farther back, it looks.
What a perspective.
The lights are little raindrops of life on a desert city of death.
Our city: buildings planted into our hills like sticks in dirt.
But they’re so alive.
They dance to a beat//
The beat here ticks a little faster.
The clocks are pushed ahead,
their hands tied up in the future.
Each light has a tale, an owner, a fight.
One day I’ll have one
And it will shine bright.
Fight.Care.Save.Live.Breathe.
I move with my own tune, tempo, rhythm.
It’s a little slower,
but I swear it sees more.
Stop to think.
Stop to breathe.
Stop to smell, and taste and see,
All that we are surrounded by.
All the beauty in the world.
I wish for you to take it from the outside.
Look in.
I see peace and positivity.
And hurt and pain.
Hate and evil.
Dead and alive.
Love.
And all the people searching for it.
We are all the same people looking for the all same thing.
As I move closer to this ocean I see you.
Standing there, cold and winded.
If only you would have stopped to breathe before.
Stopped to see what you had been missing.
“If only” is too late but now is forever.
Speak of this to the others.
There’s a long way to go before they realize the lights
and the buildings and cities are nothing more than…