Chasing Rabbits Around Musical Notes

Fireflies at a distance,
Sporadic and overjoyed,
Watching over secrets
That men often avoid
They hold their posts like sentries
And never make a sound,
While on the recreated gravel
The wheels just turn around 
To leave the lights behind them,
That flicker and grow dim,
Searching for a brand new stretch of road
And forgetting every story that’s been told.