Hoolihooli

The street lamp

there are moments where I can tell when I will break down 

if life was a maze I couldn’t count all the routes 

but that is when I stare outside as the seasons change, searching for reasons There is one thing that stays the same; the street lamp

 

adorned with snow in the winter 

I love the pure snow but I am considered a sinner 

my parents are angered with me constantly when I say I’m not religious, I respect religion 

I just don’t believe in it and that was my decision 

the snowflakes fall and they fall harder 

I feel my mind too except it’s getting farther 

let the cold air rush in your face 

it’s the only time I don’t hesitate 

lie in the snow where I’ll be buried too 

Winters my favorite season cause it is as harsh as you 

 

the street lamp still turns on at the stroke of night 

Even in spring there are flowers growing on its side 

spring is essential cause it shows me I too can bloom 

I can grow as I learn, wilt when I sulk, rise again as long as I have a little bit of hope planted in some small room 

the sun gives me warmth every spring I feel like I’ve never received 

nature gets prettier in the spring, more than you’ve perceived 

more so every spring I’ll never get over those blue skies

they are the same shade as your eyes

 

in the summer street lamp you are still on 

singing your same sweet old song 

I hate summer for many things 

its too hot and I can’t take the heat it stings 

I’ve  already been burnt in the kitchen 

all I want is a popsicle while all the other people my age plan on ditching 


in the fall it is my second favorite 

the month I was born every time it rolls around it’s so savoring 

the leaves change their color

like I change my age and my ways every year 

the more I stare at the orange, reds and yellows falling on the ground close to the street lamp 

the more I believe that I can and can’t 

Yet there is the street lamp 

Right as peace is in my grasp