The 25th Floor

It's the height
The view of someone smaller than me
Am I so large? So far away?
The view of the bay is bigger than me
So am I small?

Little cars, buzzing along
Window seemingly large in my eyes
Seeing something far away
Makes me feel so tiny and fragile
And I could fall so harsh against the earth

It's the height
Wobbly knees and shivering skin
I want to wash off this small humble feeling
The churning fumbles in my middle
Being repeatedly dropped