There’s no guaranteed lightswitch


Rickety slates

The air empty of fate

Sprinting through the heavy doors

Blinded by the darkness

Dizzy spots fill the irises

Blood pressure rises

The boogeyman awaits

The city lights but a flicker in the highrises

There’s no guaranteed lightswitch
There’s no real life insurance
Just forbearance and weighted reassurances

Props, fake tears, knockoff handbags
Rocketships running on empty

Laugh tracks dotting the story

The king sings a song

The kingmaker sells a bridge

The people bite into the ridge

There are no guarantees

There’s no guaranteed lightswitch

There are knots in the sales pitch

It doesn’t matter

Just go ahead




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