There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Instead, it flickers.

It flicks me on and then it flicks me off

before it turns me on, and turns me off

But just like the stars

during the light hours

it still shines far, far beyond my

baby baby baby blue brains line of sight.

And baby, all I’ve been seeing lately,

are these clouds that hang angry

in a gang of shame and blame

in the same vein as an endless train

that never starts and always stops.

It stops and stop and

stomps on my prompts

until I give it up to the ghost

that chased me to the west coast

into the arms of a loving host

where I felt at home,

almost

but then everything that was ours

just became hours.

There is a light that never goes out

instead it shines so bright

that I forget about the night

but even with all of it’s might

it cannot remove the doubts

or my inclination towards flight

or my belief that I’m right

and you’re right

and that no one is wrong

unless we stop talking

because we’re both so good at talking

but we’re so damn bad at blocking out the light

that shines through this silence.

The light that shows that our alliance

was created before our compliance

the light that shows we’re both lions

that light that shows we’re both liars

that light that shows we’re both trying

to keep something quiet but

neither of us buy it but

I’m still waiting by and

trying to be a good guy and

let you be free but

sometimes I don’t control me but

we’re leaves on the same tree but

we never seem to agree

on how to say

I’ll fall this far

if you fall this far

and I’ll fall this far

if you fall this far

and I’ve fallen

so very far.

There is a light that never goes out

and I still think of you when I look at the stars.