who left the lights on?

if truth be told,
we’d head back to the start.
right at the beginning,
when these muffled sounds used to be so sharp.
and the lullaby was something we danced to
before the steps got out too shuffled.

i remember i used to have a voice
a bird caged in a television screen.
who would’ve known then
i wish it stayed that way.

these days, they say.
not a wish is worth the thought.
but no matter how you hope less,
you’d still want more.
not a fucking chance to deny your own.

and if it’s all you could think about
but it’s all you’ve been fighting off.
and time was always on your side
but the moment was never yours.
would you let go?