A step forward and then 200 back.
Babylon, right before an attack.
The cradle of civilization.
Off-track.
My dear lost city,
I'm the royalty, who makes herself a pauper -
I know if I could still hear you whisper you would tell me that it's a shame for a heron to break her own wings,
when everyone saw how far she could soar.
How many times did you crumble?
Because I still bring myself down like rubble.
Just to be on their level.
I'm so scared to rise above and just be.
I am too scared of where my focus will take me.
What silence will show me.
Like you - my reach for the sky is not linear.
It is twisted and circular and dizziness always brings me doubt.
You're nothing like the sky scrapers that surround me.
So many have eroded your steps- as you brought them inches closer to the heavens.
I know you're tired. I know that you have more than your fair share of cracks.
And sometimes the sun of Babel beats down on you so hard, you don't know how much longer you can point towards it.
Scholars have studied you, artists have painted you -
but we, your pillars have sabotaged you.
And you couldn't stop the Sabotage of Babylon.
Because the sabotage has reached my mind, and my body.
The sabotage has reached my upbringing and my self respect.
I sabotaged my future and I sabotaged my present.
Most of all I sabotage the present.
No matter how far up I go, I always climb back down your steps.
In search of someone to hold my hand.
I bring it down a level always,
Because I'm too scared of what I'll see on my own.
I feel you dear Babylon, as you look at your Herons now.
Never knew how good they had it did they?
Stay humble in your soul.
Stay humble in your actions.
Don't sabotage your presence.
There is a reason you are still standing.
Babylon, right before an attack.
The cradle of civilization.
Off-track.
My dear lost city,
I'm the royalty, who makes herself a pauper -
I know if I could still hear you whisper you would tell me that it's a shame for a heron to break her own wings,
when everyone saw how far she could soar.
How many times did you crumble?
Because I still bring myself down like rubble.
Just to be on their level.
I'm so scared to rise above and just be.
I am too scared of where my focus will take me.
What silence will show me.
Like you - my reach for the sky is not linear.
It is twisted and circular and dizziness always brings me doubt.
You're nothing like the sky scrapers that surround me.
So many have eroded your steps- as you brought them inches closer to the heavens.
I know you're tired. I know that you have more than your fair share of cracks.
And sometimes the sun of Babel beats down on you so hard, you don't know how much longer you can point towards it.
Scholars have studied you, artists have painted you -
but we, your pillars have sabotaged you.
And you couldn't stop the Sabotage of Babylon.
Because the sabotage has reached my mind, and my body.
The sabotage has reached my upbringing and my self respect.
I sabotaged my future and I sabotaged my present.
Most of all I sabotage the present.
No matter how far up I go, I always climb back down your steps.
In search of someone to hold my hand.
I bring it down a level always,
Because I'm too scared of what I'll see on my own.
I feel you dear Babylon, as you look at your Herons now.
Never knew how good they had it did they?
Stay humble in your soul.
Stay humble in your actions.
Don't sabotage your presence.
There is a reason you are still standing.
No comments:
Post a Comment