suncatcher

 
in the bitter broken dawn, I awoke bent on destruction
anarchy in my eyes curses on my tongue

the day spoke gently to me about truth
I wouldn't heed its call
hellbent I'd made up my mind
I would have things my way

the day tormented me but I was relentless
I chased down the sun intent on catching it
you can't capture the sun's wisdom or bend it to your will
the day was bright with optimism it mocked me in my scorn

a lonely misfit born of want
the sun set rules for the day
it would have patience, I would have none of it

my broken smile was downcast
I was utterly defeated...
the day ruled as King mocking my failures
casting mirages...I would seek entry and was denied
still, I chased it only to be left holding emptiness

the sun had something to say to me before it went down
it uttered the folly was inside me
you can't control the will of the stars
they shine on the good days and bad

this is wisdom...enter through the valley, not the desert
becoming parched fainting on the way to enlightenment
catch the sun while it rises within you
not when it's already set in the skies against you