The Lights Go Out, I Flee Poem by Chantal Lammerts

I walk through the rain, my mind wandering off to a place unknown,
The street lights make the water shimmer, their true beauty is shown,
A small boy, out on the streets too late, bumps into me, makes me groan,
As I see this boy, running away from the rules, the restrictions of his life, I realize,
All persons have their own story, with an unique beginning and an end not set in stone,
And with every step they take, every decision they make, their story has grown,
Risen to a level beyond what birds can reach, to an undiscovered zone,
A story, so special, so matchless, completely and entirely theirs alone.

And my mind goes on thinking, if a story is given to each creature on land or in sea,
In the air or someplace else, than I must have one too, so I search for the golden key,
The pass to reveal my book, my tale, and find out what it is that I’m supposed to be,
If there’s a way to read it word for word, letter by letter,
All of which, from the moment I took my first breath, till the day I die, belongs to me,
And maybe then, when my perspective is enhanced, my life is exposed, I will finally see,
That my story is nowhere, not in years, over, but just unwritten, wanting to be free,
But my mind knows that I’m not ready to know this truth, at least not yet, not on any degree,
Then, the lights go out, and I run, I flee.


A/N: so? like it? hate it? please tell me =) xx chantal