Façade of happiness.

Amidst the high risers
under the cold night sky
I search for my inner sanctum.
The city full of life
moves swiftly beneath.
A thousand souls burn up
in heavenly lamps.
Yet not a single star.
Clouded lies that hide
the once only source of light
in the dark. Purpose absent.
Tiny mediocre lives that define.
With firecrackers that rain down
happiness drains away.
Together yet alone.
More alike than different.
Clarity nowhere to be found.
I pray for the strong Winds of change 
to anchor me into void space 
and pull me from this lowly raze.

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