Lights

Lights They talk about searching for the light, To look into it and find something new. We see them when we’re speeding down the highway at 2.AM – Nowhere to go but in such a hurry to get there. They speak of finding the light at the end of the tunnel But do they tell you of what’s after the light? Is it another journey to find a brighter light, To make this world all the more uplifting. Or does it make the world even more torturous; To all who have glared into this fake mysterious journey. The metaphor of light isn’t always what it turns out to be. Happiness and cruelty. You can choose these by a switch of a light – From the dream that occurs by the light in your mind Or the brutality of preventing yourself From the world that becomes above all more painful. Hazardous lights cause warning to those afraid of danger, While others see it as an exit route to another destination. The light shining from the moon keeping us safe from all around Can still make its way to the death of those alone on the streets. The peasants dying on the side of the pavement Can see themselves in the reflection in the puddle they lie beside; With the sun shining brightly onto their faces, Making them wish they were shining Like those who have seemed to have found their light. With their last breath it will all disappear- All hopes and dreams destroyed in a second, That they thought could come true, After sixty-two years of living a lie. The light cannot be complete without the darkness As for the creation of light there must be a dark. It prevents itself from becoming weak By the power of both controlling man, Leaving them scattered across their land After searching most their lives for the thing they believed in.