Urban

And it doesn’t take a genius to see how much they hate on us.

The collaboration.

It was an exploration of what could be,
but it got lost along the way.

The dizzying heights
oh
we were burning the lights
most nights,
now
It’ll turn into a memory
remembered kindly.

And behind me
there are thousands more
waiting to knock upon that
door,

I wish them well.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.