Streetlights

The journey grew us weary
Voices, but a distant sigh
White noise to fetter us
A distant echo of goodbyes

When was this life even remotely ours to live?
The dreams lingering in expecting eyes
Did I even ever own the innermost thought and desire?
It was nothing, and now it's all over

The more I learn
The more I wish I knew before
Before every score was settled
Before my life was lived

It's the precious time
Never to be returned
It's my very essence
Gone forlorn