I wish these bulbs that burn and blaze,
show me daffodils, and doubloons.
But I only trace the waning moon,
it wrecks me up and wanes me down.
When did my thoughts all trail away?
Why did the lights fade to darkness?
Oh, I cannot take more opaqueness.
Stars, guide me to those stellar signs!
Streetlights, flash me awesome words!
Please, save me from insanity!
But could some strange similes,
shatter down like sharp glass shards?
Towers glow on gravel roads.
Like blades, could they strike the skies?
What could these blades symbolise?
My greatest fails or finest traits?
Will I at last find those missing parts?
and move more hearts with whole new art?
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