Light, wind, rubber, field.

It's meaningless to be elsewhere.

It's meaningless to leave this place,

Because my happiness is here.

Cold, metal, stairs, clock.

It's pleasant to feel this pain,

It's pleasant to know I can,

Because without it I'm just nothing.

 

Darkness, moon, fake grass, and music.

You lead me where I can be.

You lead me where I can't see

Your faults, your weaknesses, your sadness. 

High and higher, hot, and hotter.

Running faster, light is brighter.

It's meaningless to tell you more.

It's meaningless, so say no more. 

—
Small poem I wrote senior year of high school, inspired by Aleksandr Blok’s “Night, avenue, lamp, apothecary..”