Neon Starlight

Homeless travelers on the street,

            Searching for a place to lie,

Time rolls on in their forlorn lives,

            And when it stands still, they die,

Daytime spent in one long wait,

            For the coming of another night,

When they will roam and be guided by,

            A sky of bright neon starlight.

The hills are set ablaze tonight,

            Electric fires, all burning bright,

Housing schemes on the countryside,

            Where a thousand bucks for every site,

The people inside, they drive to work,

            When morning shines in the bright blue sky,

And come back home all late at night,

            Too tired even to laugh or cry.

Human anthills for the endless rush,

            And they are made of stone and steel,

Where people work perpetually,

            Till they are too numbed to feel,

And finally they listen to the screams,

            The sound playing inside their heads,

But it is too late to respond for them,

            For they have all become brain-dead.

And so it goes, the tale of life,

Where everyday is an endless strife,

And every night, a brief respite,

On a road lit by neon starlight.