The Nature Of Being A Beacon
Often when I talk to people I feel
Lonely, especially when they get
Close to me.
It’s the nature of being a beacon, I suppose
So high, so intense, so proud, so tall
So dang vertical.
The people from a distance feel like
We’re on the same level, profoundly connected
Warm, delightful, incensed smoke secondhanded on the sunset
But the closer you get, the deeper you go
The more levels you start to unravel, the more you wonder
How you got into this dank dark hole of a man, someone
So cold, so neglected, so broken, you wonder to yourself
Is this infrastructurally sound?!
But I have a mission, I am built this way
For a reason, and I know that no matter how hard it is
To feel warmth of a single hand
At the bottom of a spine-chillingly cold steel structure
Hundreds of feet below the surface
I need to keep believing I have a purpose.