Bricks upon bricks

That stretch towards the sky

Cemented symmetrical squares

With a many watchful eye

Yellow windows shining brightly

Shadows moving and ceiling fans

Perfect pictures in a frame

Cut out perfectly from a wall

Imaginary lifetime stories filled

With tired shoulders and a sigh

I share my laughter with many

And cry with them in a bar

Talk passionately about our failures

About our past and who we are

Never alone will I be

With them there in yellow frames

With my friends in lit windows

Giving me solace from afar