Subsiding

I wanted to be enlightened.

Not heightened to all but frighten of tall.

The light was bright but the sight didn't lighten the fall.

Quick on the mic.

The night isn't subsiding at all.

Providing my soul with writing, the goal igniting my whole insides.

Dividing control.

Colliding console.

It's not worth driving over the pothole and dying. Rising the toll.