Not at all so far from losing all
That good innocence and turning into
One of them. like the guy about a halfway
To the ground. still consumed by some
Need he cannot name or put a finger on.
But there are still some strange dynamics
To it. some highs and lows to bending just
Too much.

In a room full of dust
All shapes clouded inside
Room full of dust
As some far reach of the sun
With just a bit of it teasing, looking in.
Around some corners
Around, in the deep inside
That will soften to a beautiful promise.

You can see some ghosts of workers moving about
Still. flowing, heaving to and fro.
Here at the far reaches of the sun.