Death to the Sun

These days that pass along
a single thought of being done
And told that I shall watch the Sun
Rise and fall again.

Without noticing this time creep on
I’ve let my hair grow long
But I will be the lonely one
Standing here as I always have.

Each memory a scattered dream
That plays into the next great scene
So I have no rope or rock to cling to
When the coming wave hits the shore.

The choice was always mine you see
To live a life alone and be
Myself with all my melodies and rhythms
Keeping me close company.

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