Everything you want

Streetlights infuse and turn the night into day.   Taking this sea of streets and turning it hollow and cold; this land is new pushed back from the bold.  The wilderness sinks back into vague scents of sage at the edges of mind.  These things only take meaning to those in desperate need and it goes away unless there is something greatly wrong.  Driving with some need that defines and sets me apart. I'm in with memory hoping for meaning but these are not really there anymore.  Birds take wing off the night in some hoping gasp of flight, but I am one of broken wing left in yearning.  Far from home i'm hoping for return.