cloudy nights in monochrome

i often stare at that streetlight outside my window i wonder what it has seen i wonder what it hasn't i wonder if the moonlight knows that it can't make it through the clouds i wonder if it knows the only seeable things are in that little circle i wonder whether that circle is taunting or welcoming i wonder why that circle seems so different than in day i wonder why it prompts me to run, in what direction i cannot say i often stare at that streetlight outside my window i wonder if it stares at me, too