When the streetlights come on

I think of denouement

How the old chapter is done

And how the new chapter has begun

As I look back on all the life before me

I stare at the lights that I am grateful to see

And as the road lays beneath me

The streetlights come on…one by one

The night is as black as Snow White’s hair

The air, it seems, has always been fair

And as the glare from each vehicle begins to intensify, it seems the world has also become much more doctrinaire

I might be overthinking of these beautiful lights

But if the night is dull and dark

I want to at least have some more of

These bright lights