You leave lights on everywhere,
an unconscious graffiti scarring the night.
Yesterday pales into insignificance,
becomes the thrill of tomorrow.
The world weeps and you sit on your hands.
Where will you be when the lights go out?
Isadora at Real Toads has us writing future/tense as in our uncertainty of tomorrow and above is my offering. Cheers Isadora!
Also entered at dVerse OLN hosted by the lovely Grace. Cheers Grace
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