The Golden Lights

I walk under the golden lights and the night draws near.I am enveloped in a blanket of stars, indigo pinpricks rule the sky, but i find hope in the vast obis looming over head, searching for answers as my eyes wander like a restless bird in the night, i realize I was made to fly, to rocket recklessly through endless distance and space, the pavement is all i know but someday i will sore