Not So Starry Night
Not So Starry Night
Starry, starry night,
Which star will I see tonight?
The purple one above the moon, the blue one which changes hues,
4 Or just a violent haze?
I used to look and find an array,
But now what I see leaves me in dismay.
Nothing but a violent light,
8 blinding me from a beautiful sight.
Cars, streets, and houses too,
all leave a not-so-charming hue.
What used to be a freckled sky,
12 has blurred into something I can’t identify.
When I look to the night, that’s not what I see,
just a continuation of the day that won’t let me be.
When I look to the night,
16 it seems to flee.
What happened to the Milky Way stripe?
Or all the constellations I held so tight?
Has all the night turned to white,
20 Because of that so terrible light?
I will miss the way the stars glow,
When that light proceeds to grow.
Oh, what I see is such a fright,
24 on this not so starry night.
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