3 a.m. pacing in a lie,
Those night lights glisten
But I seem to be fading
In a city of holy dying stars
I go out to be new,
Yet the roads always leave off
In the same lane of tragedy.
These city lights sparkle-
That will never change.
It must just be me dying out.
Nov 22, 2021
City Lights
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Comments
Oh, the darkness
Those three am contemplations, sometime so difficult. Nice portrayal. Nice work!
Sometimes...
it is us changing. The city lights seem to dim as we get more familiar with the shine. I think we begin to look more deeply than the surface that glitters. Anyway, a new way to express an old thought. "I'm getting too old for this shit!" Nice! ~ Geezer.
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