sublime

the streets are vacant and the stale air created an unpleasant scent
it was trying to tell me something but i had no idea what it meant
all the doors were locked and the windows were boarded shut
and the ground was cracked and filled with old cigarette butts

what did it mean, what what it trying to tell me?
i had a vague idea but could not grab the key
holding onto beliefs is what i'm known to do best
but the guilt spread over me and a sharp pain hit my chest

the supply of air was slowly fading away and i fell to the floor
i struggled with what i couldn't even touch until i hurt no more
the people eventually moved on without me and so did the time
but i still carried a smile on my face; the view from up here is sublime