​Polluted Mind

Light pollution, feels heavy.

My solution feels ready.

To enjoy the stars.

To see afar.

To leave the driver door ajar.

I must find the absence, that’s where problems don’t exist.

Sorry, to preface this,

i’m trying to say.

In a crowded city where the speed limits fifty, I can’t see the stars.

So if I build my country road, I’ll see them glow, but it’s up to me.

So my solution, is to take that heavy pollution, and make it light.