On the edge of the world,
standing so tall.
Looking out on the people,
silently chuckling.
So quiet, so still.
So agile, such weak wills.
Watching them struggle,
with smiles that crack the sky,
like little toys,
with black beady eyes.
One day the sky will fall,
and all the plastic people will die,
and all the boys and girls will get the inevitable.
But on this day, where will be I?
