Precarious Perch

The elevator climbs, a silent, gilded cage,
Reaching new heights, still scanning for a different stage.

[Chorus]
This edifice shines, a borrowed luminescence,
Still waiting for the tap, for the quiet evanescence.

[Verse 2]
From up here, Medellín, a verdant hum, a distant prayer,
My shadow stretches longer, thin on the humid air.
Old colonial dreams decay in beauty, same as me inside,
A shifting foundation beneath this grand, confident stride.

[Bridge]
The petrichor still calls, from down forgotten, fractured streets,
Where every anonymous face knew my old heart's humble beats.

[Outro]
Just the low hum of the valley, and this high-rise in my head.
Will they ever find the cracks, or just the words I never said?