Topography

I can’t see the sea from the centre of the city
Just the tops of the trees and they’re not so pretty
I can’t see the mountains on the distant horizon
The lye of the land, the only lie I rely on
Topography, a science I am needing
Topography, just to end this feeling
Topography, in the books I’m reading
Then I run through the town past the concrete and steel
Should I pull it all down? To see what I can reveal
I know inside these four walls I have to stifle emotion
But you’ll see when it falls: over rubble a view, out to the ocean