Skyscraper

I find myself dreaming, while I’m still wide awake

Glazed over eyes, playing out scenes into space, like a projector against a wall.

In a trance like state…..recycled words echo  like a voice on a mountain peak.

If words have the power to build up…..then brick by brick you’ve built a nation where every building Scrapes the sky.

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