Shells

The body breathes But It's like the surface Cracked The spirit leaked out See it and smell it Looks the same but Completely changed

Big talk,, books and movies Doesn't really live up to it Lives but also doesn't Closed, demolished, occupied Romanticized ceaslessly Skinny jeans, boutique sunglasses And fucking expensive coffee Rushing traffic isn't going anywhere Whereas time moves In a way that"s almost imperceptible

All so fleeting Headachin drunken reeling hours In shadows of dead and dying Knocking, scratching Scribbling, perspiring Attempts to preserve None everlasting

Cities and People Love and Culture Watershed moments Delusions of grandeur

Eggs that sit and rot Or crack Make good breakfast And leave shells