Chasing Fireflies in a World Gone Dim

Some nights feel longer than they should,

Like time itself forgot to be good.

The lights go out not just in the room,

But deep inside where dreams once bloomed.

But still, I go out with a jar in hand,

To catch small sparks in a sleeping land.

Tiny fireflies — blinking, brief —

Little bursts of glowing belief.

I chase them not for light or fame,

But just to feel I’m still in the game.

Because even in darkness, something glows,

And even in silence, something knows.

I may not have it all figured out,

I’ve had my share of fear and doubt.

But if I can catch just one bright spark,

Maybe I’ll make peace with the dark.

Hope doesn’t always roar or shine,

Sometimes, it’s a flicker — quiet, divine.

It’s the way I still try, still care,

Still breathe in broken midnight air.

The world may dim, but I still try,

To find soft stars in a heavy sky.

So if you're lost and barely alive,

Come with me — let's chase fireflies.