What they thought were stars shining in your eyes Were reflections of the city lights you’ve seen The freckles on your skin weren’t scars They were evidence of the same sun that’s followed you The tall green blades of Amazon grass reflecting bright light Footsteps hobbling on orange rays blanketing a cobblestone street Underground caves still shine from ancient gladiators’ glow Escaping the artificial beams trapped inside walls to familiar The unknown is exhilarating when you have never faced it Loneliness comforting when you choose it Frightening strangers are actually friendly Home lives outside a mortgage and a bed of yellow daisies The ends of your lips stretch easily to the sides of your face Embers cackle along to your jokes and tales that Never end like roads weaving in and out of towns The lifelines moving you forward to that next sunrise. ***