You can almost hold it in your hand

We make so many promises and we keep hardly any.
The least that we can say for ourselves is that we can laugh
And we can cry and we can steal what we need.
And we‘re just as scared as anyone else struggling for sense.

We‘ve spent so many whole nights tearing the world limb from limb.
And finding nothing but ourselves, and that’s what scares us most of all.
But when we‘re walking under streetlights
We know these buildings could never be as beautiful as us.

by Rosa