At night we are nothing but Headlights
trying to stay in our Lane
trying to not go insane
trying to be a part of this world as we see it
trying to not get bit by our past
trying to not get bitten by our present
trying to just descend
and Ascend into harmony
into something alarming
something exciting
something that we want to nurture
something that we can’t just
breathe in and title torture at night
we are nothing but to Headlights
as eyes for a vehicle in the
Darkness and in this much hardness
in this Transcendence I invite
your presence in and yes
you can take my hand
you can take my words
you can offer me a shield
but I’ll never take a sword
peace is something
I choose to give as a reward (in?)
At night we are nothing
but two bright white headlights
with red eyes in the back of our head
To make sure that people
know the path that we’ve led
One we choose to take;
this something we were given,
we are afraid to let fall
down and break the same
something that we choose to pick up
the same heartbeat
like water, taking the
volume of any cup
at night we are nothing but to Headlights
Trying to get by
trying to not catalyze our own lives as a lie
but two headlights, pure white light
pure Bliss you can’t be afraid
or let get filled with fright
if you choose to follow your own path
It doesn’t have to last forever
Long enough to let you not
Quiver, to be afraid to hold
On to your own grasp
at night we are nothing but to Headlights
11/07/2017
11:25pm
the ivory rose