Looking down

Espoo, Finland

“Something about being on the top, simply makes one feel so, well, superior? At least for a moment there, before the elevator takes you way back down, to the ground level, where you belong“ Gun Roswell

Looking down

The views always spectacular, when high up, close to the very skies

That is unless you just might suffer, from vertigo, or some kind of go, wanting to fly, way back down, so better stay away, even if it causes a frown

But if you are simply there for the views, you won’t be disappointed

As long as you follow the rules and stay behind the supportive railing

If there is any there of course, usually though, there is something supportive there

As this is not some space opera where those railings always disappear

Snapping them pix just to prove, you were actually invited there

Up into the very special stratosphere, well at least, the twentieth floor

Of a tall building with many a restaurants and so so many stores

And having been there, even for a moment, the truth is, it was nothing reminiscent of a bore

But back down, all of us visitors must go, at least I have the lovely picture on my phone!

Through the looking glass we only really can see

“Nothing quite exhilarating there is, when you are glancing through the window peephole, seeing the world as brand new below” Gun Roswell

Through the looking glass we only really can see

The world below, too small to the one, looking from above, through the clouds which shroud the priceless blue marble, a total marvel, with all the trimmings one could ever imagine, right there, at reach, but the feat is, on how to understand it all, as being up in the tall skies, only to spy, what is happening below, before jumping in there, trying not to be the ball which simply keeps on moving, getting larger as it strolls, across each and every land, even the strands out of reach, just because there is no knowledge of what they might just seek, is a dangerous thing to do and soon, the once mighty and flavoured blue globe, is nothing more than a stinky coughed up fur ball, created by a kitten who ate too much in its greed, and so, before you decide to jump in there with the other fools, dare to take a simple peek, through the looking glass of this window, and then decide if you want to be the ball or simply just a cog, but part of the whole.