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.