Sitting on the balcony
Attempting to see the lights that make wishes come true
Not the illuminated signs screaming "Buy Now!"
With false claims that I will be better if I do.
Not the gleaming golden arches or magic burger
Enticing me to sample their wares.
Or the shining billboards boasting perfect teeth and hair
Beckoning me to come to their place to step my flaws away.
Still squinting
Still scanning the sky for a glimmer of the jewel-bright dream makers
But it's too bright
I can't see the stars.