These Lights

These lights are too bright for me. My eyes strain, their pupils shrink down to nothing. The hazel blue green of each sphere is all that can be seen.

These lights are too bright for me. My head screams to turn down the gamma. The brain inside the skull feels like its too big for it's cage.

These lights are too bright. Where am I? What happened? I can't focus on anything. I feel like I v been punched by the incredible hulk. I might as well as be on some kind of drugs. But I'm not.

These lights are street lights. These lights are stop signals. These lights are everwhere. In the house. In the car. In the fridge. In my head. These lights I see are all in my head. And I can't focus on anything.

I should be hung over, I should be anything right now. But all I can see are these lights. I should be talking to girls, I should be painting pictures, I should be anywhere. Anywhere not with these lights. But I'm not.

I'm driving, I don't know where I'm going. It's late. Always late night. All alone on these roads. 100 feet from street light to street light. These lights, I see them more than any one thing in my day. Bad company. Really bad company. I should be anywhere with anyone right now, but I am somewhere with someone. I m with these lights, and it's fucking killing me.

Breathe it all in

Let me breath the freshest air. Let me see the cloudless skies. Take me away to the morning sunrises, those red-yellow glows that wake me up so good.

Let me see today before it starts. Let me be here, just be here and not with any worries. Let's watch the new and clean.

I want to see my world wake up. I want to show how beautiful this place can be. I want to be the warm, inviting embrace of morning.

Some people say magic doesn't exsist. Those people haven't truly lived, or loved, or even opened their eyes. I can show you beautiful, and I can show you magical, and I can do everyday. All you have to do is be here. Just right here, and I'll show you everything.