My Reflection

I don't like this place, with its glass skies that reflect its surroundings, Trapping its occupants in its pillars of stone that touch the clouds and beyond. I don't like this place where people, like cars, move hastily in and out of lanes of traffic looking for the quickest way to get where they're going. I don't like this place where nature and city are two separated things, two isolated things. Looking out to one another, hoping, wishing, wanting to be one. Here I stand, up in the glass sky, looking out at the people of nature and city, trapped.

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