I’ve been walking around with my eyes closed
Because it feels better to be in a world of make believe
But when I opened my eyes I saw street lights flickering on and off
I frown slightly; perhaps some one should notice and fix it
So imagine it shining as bright as the afternoon sun
Walking around in the darkness makes it my street light night light
I see my neighbor standing outside as usual
He smokes his cigarettes escaping from the stress of everyday life
He’s got a birds point of view, observing the life around him
He stops me from the top of his drive way and asks
“It’s midnight; you’ve walked this street up and down a million times”
I walk up the drive as the garage door light shades his features
His white hair tousles in the winter breeze
I spoke as he took a drag, puckering his lips and letting out a puff of smoke
He flicks the ash off the butt
I watch as the embers fall and fade in to the pavement
“You know, it’s nice to escape once in awhile
Have some piece of mind, today the world is just filled with stress”
I watch his eyes travel to the sky and rest on the big dipper
“You know when I was your age I used to look at the first star each night
And wish on it”
He said beginning to laugh, remembering his younger days
I dig my hands in my pockets and sigh wishing that I’d have wished on a star
But I forgot and took in the night sky all together
“You know when you were a kid you’d walk around your yard,
Stuck in your own world, I never knew what you were doing.
You’ve gotta have a great imagination”
He smiled and patted my back breaking out in a cough
He’s got a smoker’s lung, you could find him outside any time of the day
Escaping for a moment before his wife calls him back in the house
“FRANK!” his wife calls making this is cue
“Hey kid, don’t let the world drag you down”
We exchanged our good nights as he put out the cigarette
I took one last look at the embers glowing while the scent of smoke dispersed in the air
I closed my eyes and walked down the driveway making my way home
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