We all wish for the same basic things
There are those who try to climb ahead,
and then there are those who wait and accept what they are going to get through being dismissive

Glowing lights
Millions of lightbulbs being ****** to the ground
The timeless space that is life awakens
Black consumes the walls,
but sparks of this light appear in the distance
Lost hope seems but a moment away
The night is cold,
wind hits, but windows block it out
even with the constant battering of their screens

Satchel in hand,
I embrace the rain, and the wind
The light,
and the black walls
I climb ahead
one foot in front of the other I walk
then I begin to run fast
Running past lights that blur out of vision

I am running into streets that go on and on
they are black, but there is no worry
only fools worry about running into something that isn't there