I get up late for the day.
Stares passed to the guilty with drunken eyes of disturbed slumber
The Sun God is up and over our heads
and thus I start my day at precise noon
Habits of treating each blessed day like a cursed gem
I throw it to waste
Before I know lights fade out making way for Darker ambitions
Which bring with them the Ocean of Sparkling Constellations
The fear and guilt of another day gone to naught
There's just the Image of my dreams that help me forgive
The west Sun God rising past the mountaineous City scapes.