I'm awake.
Idiot box illuminates.
A dying tree dressed in holiday garb.
Shines bright with a crooked star on top.
I go to bed.
Not before I follow a safe visible path.
I wake up at night to use the restroom.
I need guidance.
I'm rudely awakened in the morning.
Beams of solar energy piercing through cheap shades.
I drive home from work at night.
Switches on my truck panel help me reach my destination.
I need this flame, so hot,
To enjoy my overpriced cigar.
To cook my food.
I often wonder where would we be without it.
Do you remember light before you were born?
Will there be light when you die?