The Heights

I sit on a rooftop far above the city
gazing down at the people walking below
dazed and confused, they flit from one mindless task to another
I sit and watch their antics with a mix of disdain and comfort
They could look up and see me if they tried
but most do not raise their eyes from the street
caught up in the lives they lead
following the path they are accustomed to
and listening to the drumbeat of time marching on
looking down is therapeutic and dangerous
it calms me to know that I am like them and not at the same time
the danger grows as I remember and maybe want it back
but the heights have risks themselves
backstabbing far more nasty than what occurs down there
and much more damning in its scope
lives ruined with rumor and conjecture
crushed with neglect and cold-heartedness
but I can see the truth
The heights may be above the street level
but they are below in civility
and crude indeed in the face of adversity
give me the poor, the unwashed, the huddled masses
they are at least more honest in their dealings
but for at least a little while
give them to me from the heights...


---Written by No One Important
 

Reviews

[Erotic Goddess]

but most do not raise their eyes from the street
caught up in the lives they lead
following the path they are accustomed to
and listening to the drumbeat of time marching on

Those lines convey your meaning well within this piece. Most people get comfortable in the rut that works best in their lives and never know that they are not living, just merely existing... It is those who choose not to be scenery, to live above the street, that are truly living, and there is where the risks lie. I like this.

Love,
Stephanie