Headlights' Song

The blinding shine
Of headlights
Flying by in double time
The horns scream as I feel like Christ

Just one stick of cancer
And I’ll walk until it burns out
As footsteps crunch, I become sure
The squealing of tires is not unlike a shout


The shout says to me

You must leave, child
Leave this shoulder
Your instincts are wrong, though wild
Though being homeless, you seem older

It is right,
But leave I will not
For there is so much yet to fight
In the conflict, I'll not be caught

And suddenly, the spark dies
The stick has lost its fuel
Much like the struggle for light
Only in the presence of an adversary, can truth ever win