One Night to Nice

The world was just the windows of the cars

No further

Canvas sky and dipping lights

The world was the words we spoke

No different

If we were gods life would be heaven

Shooting stars would light our way

Signs we made so clear in the night

Our incubator held us ideal

Left us dreaming and happy

Beyond who are there are galaxies and milky-ways

Our minds were settling, tired of wondering

We were the true to one another

We were the best to what we were

Honesty, generosity, trust, and humanity

Outside these windows we are not what we were

We wear a different skin

We could be predators

We could be shooting stars

We are what humans are to humans nowadays

Meaningless, indifferent, priced, and owned