Steel and Sky

Within the city, can't stay put,

Must always keep my pace.

Up here where steel meets the sky,

Going from place to place.

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Feet on metal, feet on glass,

Body in the air.

Below me walk the millions,

Inured to both joy and despair.

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In this world of steel and concrete,

As I jump and run through breeze.

Suddenly the question enters mind,

Where are the city's trees?

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So songs of birds among the glass,

No parks for recreation.

No islands for the thronging masses,

Who know not their damnation.

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Time marches on, always I run,

But I know I'm growing old.

Up here where steel meets the sky,

The air is growing cold.

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Glass and steel take the light,

But warmth is not retained.

More and more I look below,

Just to fall, always refrain.

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To be a runner is my life,

To be a runner is my choice.

But always on the mirror's edge,

I hear a whispered voice.

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Urging me to end it all,

Fulfilling absence of bird song.

That even here in world above,

Freedom will be gone.

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Ever more I see myself,

Reflected in the glass.

Yearning to escape it all,

To feel touch of grass.

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Another day, another run,

But I linger on a ledge.

Asking, shall I let it go,

To leave the mirror's edge?