And most nights
I walk home
Passing under the streetlights
That so quietly
Beam at my hopes and dreams
Disallowing the gravity of ambition
From holding them firm
In my mind
They float
Into the polluted abyss
Of the suburb’s starless sky
Why don’t I run?
I’m too busy
Watching my footsteps
Too careful to not fail the hop over the ditch
Too numb from the Sun’s absence
And when it returns
I’ll be too busy
Exerting the same energy I do daily
Working towards the same amount I get monthly
An amount that gets me nowhere
To see what has been taken from me
From the pole that stands guard
Like a lost lighthouse
Doing nothing but reminding me that somewhere
Someone holds its switch hostage
From the freedom of its shine
I wonder if it envies the sun as much as I do
I wonder if it envies me for being able to look up at all.