Looking Out - Poem by Dan Brown
All I see are the distant lights -
each recalling different fights,
discussions of the wrongs and rights
and talks of shoulds and wills and mights.
This is not the life I crave -
Misery’s unfreeable slave -
but it is with such words I pave
a sombre road straight to my grave.
Whilst waiting, though, I’ll watch those lights
and never let them out my sights,
for when the cold reality bites,
they’ll light the way on such dark nights.
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