Cheeto Fingers

Blinking red lights, 

empty cul de sacs; 

basketball nets sway in the cold night. 

Bars full of the tired, 

stringed lights wrapped around the buildings;

neon lights fading. 

Big empty living rooms illuminated with 3000 channels of nothing. 

Things that once was, 

now familiar, 

in a different light; 

shadowed by normalcy.  

Big empty schools and anxious nights,

the hallways are the mosaics of past lives, 

sitting aside the dark and watching the outside; 

neighborhoods you've never been and some that feel like another life time. 

I took a left, 

turn around, 

in another direction, 

end up same place; 

different person.  

''Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ; as obedient children, not fashioning yourselves according to the former lusts in your ignorance: but as he which hath called you is holy, so be ye holy in all manner of conversation; because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy'' - 1 Peter 1:13-16