Light Polution by caseJackal

It's long past sunset.
The weather's less than mild.
I gotta walk, but most of where I go is
less than a mile away, and I

miss the quiet.
I miss the dark.
I miss the things we had before we fell apart.

In the shadows of the flicker-fading,
there's no one celebrating.
There's no more solstices,
you wonder why that is

when all of us don't like how the world turns,
plotting out our lives on detailed charts.
though some of you may want the world to burn,
the rest of us wish we could see the stars.

Though its hard to see through all the fake lights,
but the stars are out tonight.

The stars are out tonight.

The stars are out tonight.

Tripping on pavement cracks,
sidewalk's uneven.
The faces come and go,
but there all talking leaving
'cause they say they hate it here.
I wouldn't disagree,

but if you think the skies are clearer there,
you'll be lost when all you see are
shadows in the flicker-fading,
and no one celebrating.
There's no more solstices.
You wonder why that is.

when all of us don't like how the world turns,
plotting out our lives on detailed charts.
though some of you may want the world to burn,
the rest of us wish we could see the stars.

Though its hard to see through all the fake lights,
but the stars are out tonight.

The stars are out tonight.

The stars are out tonight.

Though its hard to see through all the fake lights,
but the stars are out tonight.

• Pop
• pop rock
• Kenosha