The days are getting longer,
with each morning
burning up the sky.
Every evening
stretching out the light
and the eyes change
to compensate.
Never been so sure in my whole life.
Always been wrong,
clutching a scientific mind,
but these days
march with the in crowd
to the beat of our own drum.
Each of us,
righteous and significant.
Used to think a thing
through its paces,
but in this new, long day,
I’m a kind of savior.
Standing up
to fight against darkness.
Standing in the Sun,
I’m sure I’m incandescent.
Oh, here I am;
crusading for I cause
I only just believe.
It has a couple flaws,
I guess it’s just like me.
We’re both certain of our light.
We’re safe at home at night,
but we burn,
brilliant in the day time.
I know deep down,
the real test,
the real shine,
happens in the dark.
The deadline
is sundown.
How can we be so bright
in the day time?
What good is it to shine
without the dark enfolds?
We’re all alike;
afraid of being exposed.
Because, the bright are dim;
they have no light of their own.
Reflecting borrowed fire
and now we have grown,
afraid of the dark,
terrified at the unknown.
The days are getting longer.
It’s safer to be out
later in the evening,
playing in the crowd.
While those who shine the brightest,
you will find them winding down,
having spent the dark of winter
in the darkness all around.
Shining light and stalking shadows,
in the night and in the void.
Letting us keep our delusions;
all the lies that we enjoy.
How do you know
you’re shining,
standing in the Sun?
Just like everyone,
so easy to think you’re right,
but where is your fight,
when the darkness comes?
Pandemonium.
I guess you’re just reflecting the Sun;
you were never really on fire.
HG – 2018
