...of mistakes we made.

Sharp, sharp dreams
cutting into the morning
Like Black Kites
Against the mid-day sky,
Tied to our fingers
As a daily dark reminder
that we're stuck..

Stuck staring at silhouette cities
Leaning on landscape ledges
Sunset skyscrapers stand tall
Impeding our well-planned path
Open doors demand more, more!
We sit in stagnant stupors
Drying like circular coffee stains
Whose primary purpose
And solitary service
Is to forewarn
forlorn future friends.....

...of mistakes we made.