​Sky Lights

The flicker in the blinds isn’t getting any smaller
The sky lights are looking dreary
Reflecting what I am in the mirror of blue

The man at the door isn’t walking away
Asphalt streets are happier than me
Because at least they have people to tread on them

My hair isn’t putting itself back in my head
The watch on my wrist isn’t getting any slower
Fortunately for it, it won’t be stopping any time soon

The sky lights are still dreary
But at least they’ll be shining for someone other than me

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