Sometimes,
we say that stars
are like people.
How about streetlights?
They are made
to rise above
and stand tall
despite the dark
surrounding like
a wall.
They are made
to guide others
to find their way
back home
on an unfamiliar road,
even if they themselves
feel lost,
never to be found.
They are made
to illuminate
the faces,
the eyes
of ones
who have felt
nothing
but their stars
forming
black holes.
They are made
to shine on
until their light
fades away.
They are made
the way they are.
No tick of clock
can hold them back
from glowing the light
their skin and bones hide.
We are streetlights
On unknown paths,
paths we do not know ourselves,
Burning on
and ever on.
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