Ceilings Are Skies

The streets are empty 

With dusty footprints 

Even the sun feels alone 

To shine upon nothing but metal 

 

Paths have been walked aplenty 

But miles stale and stint 

Even In home, it feels alone 

Minds and hearts in feral 

 

Square screens of all sizes 

Millions of Eyes were seeing 

Now those seemingly sweet skies 

Seem so appealing