A single lightbulb is held captured by the ceiling,
a lone switch to determine its fate.
Oh, how I bracket with that bulb,
and what it means to illuminate.

The sun has no off,
but the means to have it all.
I, however, am full of levers,
and choosing to let my light fall.

A single lightbulb is captured by the ceiling,
and unable to flip the switch.
Try though I might,
There's not enough light
for me to see you.