Down there below,
I watch
You tiny humans
Dressed in your desires.  

I stand tall,
Observing your
Frivolous sentences
and smiles, dried
By the time spent
Crawling on my dirt. 

I’ve seen you
Fall in love, holding
The railings, awkwardly
Staring and touching,
Walking past the spots
Where you felt whole.

You define yourselves
By what you belong to:
Your silly clubs, your
Friend of three months, your
Heather gray hoodie.
You have no idea what lives
Beyond this soil you call home 

Tell me again,
Do the ungodly hours in those underground rooms make you feel holy?
Do the overcommitted schedules make you feel like you’re actually successful?

If only you could see
What I witness,
How far my eye
Stretches beyond the
Papers with numbers,
Questions about the
Past, the past you’ve
Never seen, that brought you here.
While I saw and felt,
You studied.

High above the hills, there is
An expanse so great
Only I can see it
Still shining there.
If only you would stop
Just for a minute,
To try and get a glimpse
Of something beyond yourselves