
Like giant towers
city centre attractions
lies—hidden, not gone

Like giant towers
city centre attractions
lies—hidden, not gone

Sun shines on my desk
a city in the distance
I will be here, free

Voluminous curves
heart-pumping adrenaline
climbing volcanoes

I climb a mountain
rage, rage against the dying
feel alive again

I’ll run far enough
till mountains become molehills
life is all problems