Andromeda

Beneath the grey,
Beneath clouds
It's blue.

Within the concrete
We crack, chip away.

Against the wind,
We cringe, we flex.

But we're just like a structure
Standing in the chaos.
Still.

And somewhere there's a white tree
In the distance, we stare. And evolve.

And I wonder if we trace this circle
Forever. Walking.

Or if somehow, somewhere.
We end up in the middle.