To the street lights

Looking at those yellow lights on street, i ponder
Its been long since i stayed in office any longer
The streets are asking me where have i been
That i did not meet them so often, missing the sheen

Will meet those street lights everyday, scared i was in dreams
That i belong to a rare specie that the media call creme de la creme
Days have passed while i work and leave in the familiar daylight
And the arrival of stars in my sky is like the trees turning green

Of all the hopes and ambitions that you water like seeds
Just to end up in a populist job doing those regular deeds
And the ever siftling of endless jobs and careers you always do
Of this and that from every tin and can, trying to make ends meet

I wonder if you also play the same role like we always pretend
Or am I the only one juggling these goals, making amends
Not looking for an answer, not so early in life
As there are more surprises waiting for me, to comprehend.