Jersey Beach-Pail

Does this city have any limits? 
Is its grid beyond control? 
Like a mold this city grows across an area 
I used to call my home. 
Trees replaced by structures, starry skies replaced by lights. If I didn't have my ties I wouldn't spend another night. 
You should see how small we really are, how small we are. 
Don't forget that. 
Like the whitish streak of a jet gone by, something once was there I loved. 
But, for now ill watch this ice as it forms on this glass as I know. 
I'm off to better places.