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
Copyright © William Curlee | Year Posted 2015
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