Petering out...

Gazing at those skyscrapers, I urged to know;
If they would tear apart the skies one day...
or be burnt to ruddy ashes with raging fires beneath..?

N' where would I be on that particular day?!!!
Still fluttering high to touch the skies...
stuck in the winds of time..!?!

O' will I 'be', anyway?!!

--G