Look at all that which surrounds me. I'm supposed to call this home. The dark has become so overwhelming. So why don't I just go?. . Why can't you just be more like your brother?.
It seems to me like every star agreed. To meet right over our heads tonight to flex their bright. The light collects in your eyes, turns and reflects.
The busy streets. And the even busier. Patrons and vehicles. Argue my elusive steps. Through the blur of urgency. Here, I'm always on my toes. . Until an abrupt blond door.