He left his squared glass chamber

He left his squared glass chamber,
Without looking anywhere else,
Except for the large view outside,
Cars down the road,
A branch of the slow current river,
Still of countless tall buildings,
And the vast cloudy sky,

He stared outside,
Yet his mind filled,
Thoughts flying far away,
Like a released arrow,
None can peek,
Yet everyone sees,

The raised eyebrows draw concern,
Of his livelihood,
And the well-being of his staff,
Before the legacy he built,
Crumble, unlike the still building,
In front of him.


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