Streetlights

Standing on the outside
It looked like a fantasy;
Rushed, in a subtle way.
But the streets are small,
With their twisting alleyways, and
It's easy to lose
Yourself be streetlights.
But that's only if you're trying.

Buildings line the sidewalks,
Each one a copy, a distorted reflection.
The people pushing by
Stare at you with blank faces
Almost disapproving,
But occasionally, there's a
Smile hidden within the crowd.

The streets are named like
They're owned.
Selling them off, to make the
Money that controls their lives.
Intoxicating, glittering,
Never happy with what
They already have.

The lights make the dark
Sidewalk sparkle golden
And my shadow flickers
As i walk through the alleyways.
They twist away from me and
I'm running blindly,
Getting lost by streetlight
And I'm not even trying.