A Free Verse- Poemish!

                     City Lights!

You! who come out in the night!

Stars! we no longer seem to want you,

we don't care if you exist

except the crazy ones who study you.

we no longer need you for our inspirations

for we have our own stars,

literal stars of red, yellow and white. 

Are you guys fiery and scary?

And so big, that a million earths could fit in?

Well! We don't wanna find if that's true,

for you're too far away - small and insignificant!

Who has time for you anyway?

If you have, look down on us as we become Gods,

Gods with our own stars,

literal stars of red, yellow and white.

Are you so many in numbers?

that you out number the grains of sand here?

But we don't think it matters anywhere!

Behold! We have crowded you out

with stars we built on our own,

literal stars of red, yellow and white.

They say you twinkle, while you shine,

that sounds mysterious and pulls in awe,

But we are far too distracted to look up,

too busy to stop with our heads up,

for we have created our own stars,

literal stars of red, yellow and white.

Come let's party on our concrete heights

and watch the stars we created,

lights that flicker as they reach our weary eye;

flickering due to the smog we put up in the sky,

photons that shine and are intense enough

to lure us to the stars we created,

literal stars of red, yellow and white.