Streaks of lights beaming through the rain,
Attracting our hearts like a moth to a flame.
Thoughts have faded,
Gone with the wind,
Stress triggers evaded,
Anxiety thinned.
No need for gossip,
Lifestyle changes were made,
Focused on what truly matters,
Other's opinions were slayed.
Streaks of lights beaming through the rain,
Attracting our hearts like a moth to a flame.
Started making healthy choices,
Working out, even went on a diet.
Standing under this lamppost I began to realize that only the people that truly care about you, can hear when you're quiet.
And honestly speaking, I've been quiet for quite a while,
I'm like a full course meal of depression,
Garnished with a smile.
Streaks of lights beaming through the rain,
Attracting our hearts like a moth to a flame.
It's just a simple lamppost, why am I thinking so deep?
Thinking about life and the things that are out of reach.
I should admire the floodlights,
The mesmerizing gaze.
The sound of the raindrops,
The taste of la fraise.
Come to think of it,
That was her favorite fruit...
Ughh, I'm doing it again,
I need to nip this from the roots.
And in that very instance, the alarm clock screamed,
Waking me from my lonesome slumber, a nostalgic dream.
Going about my day the rain started to pour
And at that very moment, something activated in my core.
The skies grew dark, floodlights came on
Soaked in the rain, I pranced like a swan.
It wasn't deja vu because now I have a clean shave,
But that got debunked, because upon that lamppost there was something engraved-
"Streaks of lights beaming through the rain,
Attracting our hearts like a moth to a flame."

~Tremar Ivey~