a beautiful day in harlem

when the sun is shining, the weather is calm and inviting.
but the large, looming building that enslaves you towers above the streets and tries to block out the sun.
and once you enter it, with your sunglasses on and high spirits on your sleeve, you succomb to the fact that you will not exit with such spirits and the sunglasses you once wore will only impede your vision because the darkness has come. you try to race against the setting of the sun but the building locks you in, testing your will yet teasing you with windows and sounds from below.
and so you are stuck, until another beautiful morning, maybe in some other part of this city. but for this morning it began in harlem, and it shall end once i escape from this hold.