I'm on the other side of the shattered glass,
Looking back on myself as I pass,
Through a street filled with beating hearts
And the feeling of mortality that echos in the silence.
Where there’s an absence of oxygen to fill my lacking lungs,
And the haze of fumes and smoke
Encompasses me to the point of suffocation.
And I let my mind wander to someplace else,
Where things are different,
As I construct a world that is truly my own
Through the swirling smog that surrounds each soul.
To I visualize the world as what it could be,
What it used to be,
But not what it is.
And I can't let the feeling go unrequited,
Of what will happen to this world,
Years from now when I'm no longer here.
To wheeze and cough with every breath,
To feel my lungs rattle with every step,
And the frail beating of my heart resonate through me
Like a symphony that will one day cease.
Will I then find peace from up above?
In being able to see the world through the smog,
That clings to each living person
As they dream of a different world,
I will no longer be part of.