The lights on the hill,
They're all I see.
Ever blinking and never still,
They call out to me.
They twinkle like the stars in the sky,
Like dots to join on a page.
I don't know yet what they say or why,
But they all speak the same language.
Every light with it's own voice,
It's own little message for me.
Each trying to guide me on the way to the right choice,
Trying to replace the light that ceased to be.
The stars shine with their distant aloofness,
The moon with its second hand light.
Even the fireworks blink briefly, still trying nonetheless.
But holding my gaze are the lights on the hill shining bright.
My trysts with the lights happened over a few days,
Each opened a new thought in my mind.
They tried to clear a little of the haze,
And in the process, shook up everything inside.
Each wanted to teach me a different way.
Some I knew and some were new.
But only the lights on the hill seemed to say,
For now just fight the darkness, stay sane, stay you.
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