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.