005. Golden Sun.

I think I know what I need.
It’s a simple dose of the same thing I bleed---out.
Like a spout it pours in liters.
Its in my breathe and on my mind.
It rests on my heart that is oh so blind.
I want them call.
Yet I don’t need them at all.
I’m a walking contradiction filled with all of my addictions
Presenting me with minor afflictions that I can usually shrug off.
But not this time. No. No this time it seems that when my name is said there is only me present.
Treated like a peasant waiting for the one who will treat me one step above.
Above is what I look to.
I awake and there is the golden sun.
Daylight has begun and you,
You are what’s saving me.
You see I am lost among the bustle
The hustle that one calls society
And the reason my face has not lost glow is you, golden sun
For you place number one giving me a chance to wake.
A chance to make my day beautiful.
I am alive.
I strive. And you are at my back
Or front depending on where my feet are plunked
And I shall not surrender…
Because of you.
My days are as bright as my mind
And time… is just a number.
But you, golden sun tell me when my days are done.
I. Thank. You.