Street Light

Walking down the hallowed bend,
His sight fell on the street light at the end.

There was no joy in nearing his destination
As his legs walked on he lacked reaction.

'Twas a meaningless journey for him,
There was no hope, everything was dim.

The knowledge that his journey was finite,
Failed to finally elate. Not the sight,

Nor the realisation, that maybe it was over.
He was never attached, never a lover

Of what he was destined to do or make.
He wanted to stop, for his own sake

All he wanted was to go all the way back,
And this time, he would choose his track.

Nothing would be able to falter his path,
He wouldn't toil anymore in the aftermath.

One chance, that's all he wanted,
One more chance, to be wanted

By someone out there who could've halted
His accelerating approach toward the light

A symbol of hope, brought him dread.
And he knew, this end was dead.

He wouldn't be able to stop now,
His own body would not allow.

He was alone, and he knew
So suddenly, out of the blue.

All his life, everything he did,
Came down to this walk, ending ahead.

This was his final chance,
To interfere, to break this trance.

If he crossed this street light,
There could be no more moonlight.

This might very well be his fate,
To live out a purpose that i state.

As the lightning struck the streetlight,
He flew back from the impact.

And all he could think of as he faded
Into unconsciousness was how his dread

Was what saved him in the end.
He silently thanked the street light at the bend,

Not for saving his life, but for gifting hope.
This was his journey, he gets the ropes,

To steer his own destiny, and by his soul,
He would not let anyone be in control

Of what he wanted to do. The burnt head
Of metal from the streetlight inspired

His escape from this plight,
Oh what wonders can be caused by a light.