Looking down on empty streets

all she can see
are dreams all made solid
are dreams all made real.

This is kind of what I do for a living.  I design machinery.  It's nice and it is really nice when it works.  Alot of times it doesn't work (right off the bat)

All of those buildings
All of those cars
were once just dream in somebody's head

She pictures the broken glass she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam.

Will I be back on the street? Mercy street that is.  .  .