I'm looking through my window, they becon me from afar... I've spent the last year in them, soaking up their knowledge, allowing them to make me the man I am today. I feel like they make people change, their age, their majesty, their neverchanging vigil aimed at the heavens above.
I've been a prisoner there, now the freedom I've been granted I don't desire. Send me back to them, allow them to seclude me once again. Away from the terror, away from the news, away from the media.
They still stand, as much as I know they have changed me, I have had little effect on them. They stand today, like they have for eons. My life, a pebble in the valley.
How I miss them, I'm never going to make it... |