William Curlee Poet Lyric

Bright Lights

BRIGHT LIGHTS

The White in my sight when looking upon a flower
	Bright lights, bright lights, bright lights, no cameras
BLIND IT IS
       I say
“BRIGHT LIGHTS”



Mr. BRIGHT LIGHTS is unaware of any truth of
	Reality. Sometimes he will change to another
	At times…Kinda quick to punch out
	    Is not comfortable in another one
			Inside

However, I am aware
		
	BRIGHT LIGHTS blinding everything, everywhere
		And as all about to grab you 
					 Up and
                                                               Outta a
                                                                Town
 					          I am a nomad
	Blind lights needs help for sure
		     Too much guilt, and shame


		ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN AND BECOME

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