Skyscrapers

Life rarely happens as we imagine

We build skyscrapers of expectations to reach our goals

Then we’re crushed when they fall short

Each crumbling plan lays the path before us

We lament the ground beneath our feet

Then miss where we are going

 

When it all falls apart

We’re caught in a whirlwind of frenzied regrouping

We grasp at the shards of our shattered creations

Trying to piece together a mockery of the original

But it’s weaker, even quicker to disappoint

Never reaching the skies they used to touch

 

What if we let the pieces fall to see what they form?

Sparkling on the ground, the glass of windows

That used to show the future of infinite promise

Like looking at your reflection in a broken mirror

The new image might show unknown truths

Or a new blueprint to build our lives

 

Permanence is myth, progression is reality

We decide whether to embrace the change

If you’re constantly fighting, where are you going?

When we stop moving, we stop growing, stop being

We must walk on the remains of naive expectations

In hopes of finding what was meant to be.