I forget them in the day time, all the little lights
At me they wave and blink and do their damndest to get my attention, but I pay them no mind
The world around me, illuminated by the sun, holds my gaze
But when the night or newborn morning finds me awake, so too do the little lights
The blackness above me, speckled with stars, the dark river of asphalt below me, lit in flashes by cigarette butts from passing cars
Tail lights, an ocean of red, Windows, a portrait frame of people making coffee, A traffic lamp,
Stop, Go, Wait.
Mocking the Stars