A Sky Full of Nothing

My ceilings are glass

I can see the sky

although above me, formerly a home

full of people

So I question worryingly

All the families above me has moved

to a place where the land is cheaper

as if the apartment costed their children

I feel uneasy

because someone whom I questioned

told me that it was all a lie

that I was just seeing things

I leave and I enter

hoping things will change

I miss my cemented ceiling

and the people above me