Street Lights
I listen to the streets
they have all the right names
at dawn I stand under the lamps
blueish grey skies part open
the day is welcomed by the warm morning sun
electric mind illuminate me
reveal all the answers I need
I continue to walk against the morning clock
and the street lights hum in tune with me
life is not about wanting it all
it is about giving it all,
all in all, the day is young
and there is a lot to be done.
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