Castle in the Sky

Sometimes when you burn the bridge,
You set your cities on fire.
Just to live in the skyscraper
away from the ashes of loss.

The solitude of the moving castle
a symbiosis of the morose state.
The secrets are in the whispers
and so are the truth.

Oh well I have found clarity
in the voices inside my head.
To have our stars never cross,
I direct my compass to the colder north.

Sometimes two nice people are not meant to be
friends, confidants or more.
To trace back the step in the sand,
much like walking on burning lava of my burning city.