Streetlights by Wade Jia

The streets are blazing
with the light that never fades
I see the money
feeding the light.

They can’t pull away,
they just can’t pull away,
from the light that never fades.
From the eternal day.

The light casts a bright shine
on the cars all in a line.
I see the chips flying
feeding that light.

They can’t pull away,
they just can’t pull away,
from the light that never fades,
from the eternal day.

The music blares from the windows,
fusing people’s souls,
with the greed for more power,
feeding The Light.

The Light is always there,
making them dare
to do things unorthodox
like some kind of pox.

What is the light?
Another one of Earth’s blights?
I’ll tell you what it is,
this blighted bliss.

It’s life.
Strife.
Knives.
Wives.

What’s is also the Light?
Nights.
Bites.
Blights.
Fights.
Frights.
Plights.
Slights.

It’s air-tight.
Not all right.
This light.
Blinds the inner eyesight.

It’s…
fistfights
frostbites
gang fights
red lights
snakebites
stage fright
termites
overbites
parasites
socialites

It’s all around you
You can’t see it
But you embrace it
like a fool.

How is it?
It’s shiznit.

What?

Note: This was written as a song, so bear with it for now.
Note 2: My computer only supports Simplified Chinese on my web browser, so some of the characters might have seemed a bit… quirky.