These lights,
they are slowing the surface of the sun.
Particles of photons escape into a place of none.
They cause a drag,
as they escape and run.
It made me sad;
and sadness could engulf anyone.
Maybe it’s knowing one day,
you will stop and be done.
Until then I will still stare at you setting sun.
You out done,
any old t.v. re-run.
Let those lights hit my eyes one by one.
Time is running out for us both
and there stories to be begun.