Roof Top Poem by Victor Osorio

It's nice up here
I look down
I watch the city
I watch the people
I could live up here
It's best at night
With the cool wind
This is where I get away
Another form of solitude
Another place to stay
If you're trying to find me
Maybe you could check up here
It's not so bad
Maybe we both could disappear
We all need to get away
Some prefer to get lost
Some have their hideaway
Being on the roof top
is where I like to stay.