Bright Lights

Bright Lights

I remember seeing the bright lights of the big city
The glow and welcoming warmth that it offered
Being told not to let go of that family member's hand

Led through the street and just slack-jawed at all the sights and sounds
A feeling that could never be duplicated in another life
The child inside is gone and only the dream barely remains

Something the past clung to that seemed a simpler time
The connection between past and present is like a line in the sand
The feelings of joy and sadness thoughts in the night under the bright lights