the nights are restless
the sound of traffic
is suffocating
my lungs drowning in acid rain

i reach for the skies
their crystal blue is fading
so i manage to catch a tired rainbow and
wrap it round the tropic of Capricorn
just in case

my dignity’s gone
the sun keeps staring at me
through the holes of the ozone layer
and is, honestly, making my skin crawl

the smell of gun powder is overwhelming
i keep waving it off
cloud after cloud
but it keeps coming back with a vengeance
year after year

my beauty’s warn out
my resources scattered
i could do with a face lift
although i believe i'm too old for this

i swear on my last few icebergs
that i never felt like this before:
exhausted...