His shimmering glow approached and
my light porcelain skin awoke, like
the sun hit the light skies when
the darkness says, "Goodbye."

And then my eyes unlock--
so now in the darkness I fought,
where the town is dead, cold
and I agreed to mold.

I fit in with the kids,
who wear black lids
and I wear them too
plus my shoes.

Maybe I should've dreamed,
a little bit bigger, it seemed--
I needed a little light.
Then, *I might...