Street Lamp

There is a street lamp at the end of my driveway A luminescent lollipop Flooding the cement with a pool of yellow light But I'm still afraid to go out after dark To trod through the grass or dance across concrete And make it past that street lamp They are on every street corner in my neighborhood Crafting a world in which darkness does not exist But I'm not afraid of the night; I'm afraid of being seen

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