Heads in clouds have scraped the sky with ego islands.

From pharaonic penthouses, competition’s instigations perdure.

Brain fogs have forgotten memories raised in sari-sari stores’ kin.

Inner dialogue’s tongue has been gargarized regarding possible slips.

The higher the tower, the more distant the residents remain—from being grounded.

And, fuzzier are the wonders if dreams have been met or behind-left. ; )